I can’t believe it is a month ago since I last volunteered at my local organic farm. And here I was once again, this time first potting up basil seedlings,
followed by rhubarb transplants. I’d always wondered why the farm didn’t grow more rhubarb, especially considering we are in the Rhubarb Triangle. However, I potted on at least thirty baby rhubarb crowns, so it looks like things are going to change in a few years.
I have no idea how long it will take for the rhubarb to become productive but I will be able to find out in my own back garden. I had only last night been thinking of adding to my own rhubarb stock by planting a new crown near the shed, so was really pleased when I was offered one of the newly potted up transplants to take home with me.
The little plant is sitting on a piece of Yorkshire stone, one of many which I acquired from a Freegler last weekend. He was desperate for me to take as much as I possible could, as he had a rather large pile of it sitting in the lane behind his house after both he and his neighbour had had their back yards resurfaced months ago.
I’m not sure where I am going to put it all at the moment. I’m reluctant to lose too much growing space for a garden path but I’m still stepping on too many unstable house bricks to navigate across the garden and I’ve had one too many accidents. So, once the garden is cleared of vegetation in appropriate places, at least some of the stones can be found a place.
In the meantime, I am planning my next moves in the garden. I need to sow the runner and French beans but, in spite of last night’s rain I’m still going to need a chisel to get into the soil. I have at least cleared the borage plants which were well passed their best in order to be able to access the area to be sown with some of the beans. We had enjoyed eating the occasional flower but I’d mostly left them for the sparrows who seem to have a penchant for them.