I'm an impatient person, which can be a problem when you're trying to grow fruit and vegetables on an allotment.
Take the physalis (cape gooseberry) I tried raising from seed for the first time this season, for instance. Regular readers will recall I was convinced they'd died when I transplanted them, only to find they'd revived while I wasn't looking.
I tried one of the fruits, still green in its little papery hood about six weeks ago, and it was horrible - pithy and sour. That's that, I thought, disappointed that they'd been a failure - there was no chance of them ripening this late in the year, was there? I allowed the plants to droop over and ignored them every time I visited the plot. They only avoided being pulled up because I haven't had the time for much work down the plot of late.
Then tonight I popped down to drop off some kitchen waste to the compost heap and inevitably found myself doing a bit of harvesting and weeding in the fading light. And I noticed that the papery husks now looked not green but the brown colour you see on shop-bought physalis. So I broke it open and the fruit inside was bright orange - I bit into it without a thought and - wow! It was like eating a tomato that had been injected with some kind of tangy orange juice. There were a dozen more ready to pick, and a further dozen on the turn.
So what seemed like a dead loss has, in November, suddenly paid off. I plan to eat them tonight with some cheese and crackers and berate myself for my lack of faith in the power of the plot.
Hey! Well done on resisting the urge to uproot and compost them. They're not my favourite things to eat, but it's a lesson well learnt that whatever I'm planning to grow isn't a failure until it's dead and buried.
Posted by: Head Burro | November 15, 2005 at 04:19 PM