My potato picking technique must be rubbish. Either that or potato is such a terrible weed that it is difficult to imagine how famine may ever have occured. Or both. This I say because I have potato shoots sprouting up everywhere, among strawberries, broadbeans, garlic and even cardoon, in the greenhouse and outside.
I also found a tomato seedling among the artichokes, though, which is much of a rarer find, and makes me happier. And my bronze fennel has self seeded, together with the sage, adding to my evergrowing collection of past crops’ persisters: strawberries, raspberries, borage, onions, leeks and all. It’s like previous crops have left a ghost behind!
Everything is growing everywhere, which is not tidy, but I am sure insects like it: we have a lot of tiny bumblebees and I have seen the biggest native ladybird ever. No butterflies, though.
A flurry of activity, at this time of the year with sowing, planting out and potting on , and a few “earlies” are starting to appear: a couple of strawberries, some rocket… but still no main crops.
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