They also serve [dinner] who only stand and wait. At the end of April I planted out a few handfuls of haricot beans saved from last year, which sprouted on All Fool's Day. Back then, we were scavenging wild garlic for our ration-of-greens and still anticipating a last late frost. The frost came in May and scythed through the outdoor kitchen gardens of many of our friends-and-neighbours <shakes defiant fist at the sky-gods>. But our beans were cosy-up in the polytunnel and starting to need string and stakes. We are now at peak bean and I am on my knees and up a ladder every tuthree days picking the harvest. At the beginning of last week I picked two canvas bags full: the choicest 3 lbs [=450g, garden produce is packed Old Style] we sent to our neighbours and I chopped and blanched the lumpier lads for the freezer [4 x 300g packed in oval soup-tubs]; and I made three meals out of that harvest. Then on Saturday I went at it again:
planted the sprouty end of two potatoes into a couple of feed-sacks half full of compost and filled the bags up with straw as a mulch. The results [R with a tea-spoon for scale, is the harvest from one half potato and 13 weeks of time] are better than peas, much worse than beans. 10 potatoes mostly tiny is a meal for two. I think I'll try that again next year though. It's like no-dig [=lazy-arse] spuds where you lay out the potatoes on any convenient patch of ground and cover them with a generous layer of straw. We've tried that in prior years, without a great deal of success. I think that paper spud-sacks are better than plastic fertiliser sacks with holes cut in the bottom. I can imagine it getting really sweaty and mycelial inside an air-tight plastic sack even if the top is open. But do not <spill alert> at any stage, attempt to move paper sacks filled with damp compost. Note to self :try both next year.