Early last spring I picked up some raw shelled peanuts from the baking section. I’d done it before so I was kind of excited. I wasn’t going to bake with them, I was going to grow them. I love growing peanuts, because they are such a fabulous talking point in my garden. Visitors are often quite astonished that not only, this is how they grow, but that I can actually grow them in my garden.
It’s not really something that I’d be keen to roll out on a commercial scale as I wouldn’t make a lot of money, but as a curiosity crop the yield is awesome. Well any yield, no matter the size, from any crop in the garden that is there only by the grace of its oddity factor is something to celebrate.
So in early spring, while it is still a little cold and my beanie is still very much a part of my daily attire, I take my raw peanuts and pop them into seed raising mix in the greenhouse and hope for the best. Once they emerge and the true leaves show, I transplant them into fertile potting mix and nurture them from the cold that is still lingering outside.
Once we get to the point where not only is my beanie not necessary, but I’ve actually forgotten where it is – more than likely discarded beside a garden bed, with a half drunk cup of tea. This is the point I bring it out and pop it into its permanent spot. I’ve heard that they don’t like to be transplanted, but when you are working with conditions that aren’t completely ideal, (ie no the long and very hot summers necessary) then you do what you have to do, cross your fingers and hope for the best!
With winter a week away, I probably should have dug them up weeks ago, but I forgot they were there. That is just how easy care they are. I have to confess a couple of my plants were beginning to die and their yield wasn’t so fantastic. So just before the point of death is the best time to harvest them in my experience, while all the leaves are still green and not mostly brown.
Digging them up is the best part…. Just watch and see:
Come again soon – it is getting colder and colder, gardening is becoming more of a brave endeavour.
Sarah the Gardener : o )