Having run out of bigger pots, canes and maybe space ( although there’s always room for one more somehow, somewhere !) I still had a few stragglers sat in small pots, looking fed up with their lot.
However a few had come into flower and decisions had to made. A few of the leafy, not doing much ones, were consigned to early composting and the rest planted into this re-useable vegetable bag. 60 litres of compost and it was still only half full. Instead of adding more, I ‘earthed’ up and patted the compost in and around the stems, a technique borrowed from sandcastle building days.
As the plants are at 1 or 2 trusses, I pinched out the growing tips and then wondered if they were just too immature for that kind of treatment – so left the rest to settle in.
I’ve no idea if they’ll thrive – but so far they’ve at least withstood the wind and squally rain ! After weeks of sunshine I’d forgotten how noisy and intrusive bad weather is. It sounded like am-dram ‘Riders on the Storm’ being played out, buckets of water arcing against the windows. And I liked my pots where I’d put them – I didn’t want them rearranged courtesy of all that huffing and puffing. But thankfully everything – including that 1 ‘getting redder’ Gardeners Delight - held on tight to their moorings….
