In the Gutter
No, the post title is not a reference to where my sense of humour often heads, nor is it alluding towards where I end up after a night out with the lads. It’s not even relating to my aged Mother’s prediction of what would happen to me if I insisted on marrying ‘that cheap whore’. It is actually a reference to guttering, plain and simple. Guttering, I might add, which I am now more in love with than I have ever been! What am I waffling about this time? You’ll have to wait and see (or just figure it out now and read no further).
Now, I appreciate that there’s no such a thing as an original idea. Everything has been done by someone else, even if you think up the idea on the spur of the moment. I had an idea; well , we had an idea, and I think it’s a good one. That said, having read the rest of the post, many of you might shrug your shoulders and mutter: “Tell us something we don’t already know, you Idiot”. In fact, most of you might do that, but for the one person that doesn’t, here goes!
My beans have spent the last few weeks outside during the day and in a cold shed at night. I have delayed planting them out until the weather turns for the better. Sunday was that day. The plants have grown to various heights between 1 and 2 feet (if you prefer metric measures, please feel free to work it out by yourself). They have resided in plastic pots with small sticks to support them.
My problem was how to move them from the pots to the real soil in the Beanage without either snapping the plants or breaking the roots or flinging the things into the air in utter desperation. That’s where the gutter came in. I searched in the undergrowth near Dogleg Junction and discovered a length of guttering, from which I sawed a 3 foot section. I then gently laid each plant sideways, into the gutter, and teased off the pot. If the compost broke up, I gently formed it back into a lump.
Once this was done and the hole was dug, I simply lifted the gutter and let the plant slide into the hole. All were completed in a few minutes with no stem damage at all.
Now, I’ve never read or heard of such an approach, but it is SO obvious I daresay it’s as common as a gypsy girl with a basket of heather was during the great “lucky heather” shortage of 1996. If you, like me, were unaware of this tactic (the gutter, not the lucky heather), then trust me when I say it’s a doddle!
Not only that, it was 100 per cent my idea (once Mrs IG suggested it).