Having walked around the garden today and taken a good look at things I'm amazed at how fast the rhubarb is growing. From looking as dead as a door nail it has suddenly sprouted into growth and seems to be racing away. When it was looking decidedly corpse like I decided to give it a feed of sloppy compost. Hang on a minute, let's be absolutely truthful here, I had sieved some compost into a bucket for some other plants and what was left I totally forgot about and left it out in the rain, result being that I ended up with a sloppy disgusting mess in the bottom of the bucket, and as my new mantra since finishing work has been ' waste not want not' I decided to get rid of it around the rhubarb, it's certainly done the trick I must admit and it is now growing beautifully, aww bless, three cheers for me ! But, and there always is a 'but' with me, as I mentioned in an earlier blog, I have no sense of spatial awareness, well it also looks like I have no sense of quantity either, look at the mess I made with the spuds so why should the rhubarb be exempt? I honestly have no idea what I was thinking of when I bought it. You see, I didn't just buy one crown, I bought four, 2 Victoria's, 1 Timperley Early ( that's a joke it's been the last one to sprout) and 1 Lane's Prince Albert. Upon planting the Prince Albert the crown split into two so I planted both halves and now mother and baby are doing just fine, so that makes five crowns altogether. Now the only way we can eat the stuff in this house is if a Rowntree's Raspberry Jelly is mixed in with it ( has to be Rowntree's, Hartley's just will NOT do), and I also read in a book somewhere that the Victorian's used rhubarb as a laxative ( clever folk those Victorian's) so that just leaves only one way of looking at this particular cock up, Andrex should be pleased because it looks like we could be keeping them in business from now on.