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Years ago I tried growing some Charlotte salad spuds in roll-up plastic sacks. It's one of those space-saver permaculture crops-in-your-yard things. They grew, but then died off: eaten by slugs who lived along the sack insides.
The next spring, I emptied out the sacks and lo! There were some potatoes after all - sprouting ones. I planted them up. The same thing happened again.
Last year, I emptied out the sacks and lo! Once more with the potatoes. They come back every series. I duly planted the happy-looking ones out in my new raised bed, and they went great guns... until I went on holiday as it rained and they got blight and died.
Today, I was clearing the raised bed for a second round of square-foot growing (lessons learned: one plant per square foot except silly things like radishes; everything gets freaking huge; also put the sprawling plants on the far edge where they can just scare the schoolkids). What were those weird weeds? Lo, verily and behold: they're sprouting potatoes. The bastards just won't die. So once again they have pride of place, and once again I vow to look after them right up until I forget and they die.
With luck, they'll die a glorious death on my plate this time around.
The next spring, I emptied out the sacks and lo! There were some potatoes after all - sprouting ones. I planted them up. The same thing happened again.
Last year, I emptied out the sacks and lo! Once more with the potatoes. They come back every series. I duly planted the happy-looking ones out in my new raised bed, and they went great guns... until I went on holiday as it rained and they got blight and died.
Today, I was clearing the raised bed for a second round of square-foot growing (lessons learned: one plant per square foot except silly things like radishes; everything gets freaking huge; also put the sprawling plants on the far edge where they can just scare the schoolkids). What were those weird weeds? Lo, verily and behold: they're sprouting potatoes. The bastards just won't die. So once again they have pride of place, and once again I vow to look after them right up until I forget and they die.
With luck, they'll die a glorious death on my plate this time around.
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Date: 2010-04-20 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 09:43 am (UTC)Potatoes are unkillable. I planted ONE SPUD in my parents' garden when I was about twelve, just to see what would happen. They still occasionally find one of its descendants.
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Date: 2010-04-21 09:46 am (UTC)So it's not my skills at gardening-through-neglect that did it? I mean, I can kill spider plants and ivy, and the aspidistra even looks peaky from time to time...
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Date: 2010-04-21 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 03:16 pm (UTC)Other ways to kill slugs... put a board in the garden lift it every morning and crush or salt the buggers. Salt carefully of course. Another one is to use a small pie dish type container and pour beer in it. The stupid buggers are attracted to it. They go for a swim in the beer and die. Alcohol poisoning may not be the nicest way to go, but then again crushing or salting can't be pleasant either.
Enjoy your garden. I find mange tout and peas seem to grow well in the British climate. I've not really had luck with other food types, excepting potatoes.
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Date: 2010-04-21 06:13 pm (UTC)