Once upon a time there were three wwoofers and a host who wanted more than anything in the world to have a new bed to grow big and strong comfrey plants. So they set out one cloudy Monday morning, with their forks and spades, down the garden path, past the pond and into the realms of Sophie’s Garden.
They found the perfect spot at the edge of the garden just below the vines. But….there was a problem the big nasty, spiky couch grass had invaded the area and was spreading its invasive roots everywhere. This evil weed had to be banished to a faraway land (i.e out of the garden not even on the compost heap) in order to allow the comfrey to grow and to prevent the couch grass ever returning.
After many hours of digging, weeding, watering and three barrowfuls of magical manure later the bed was ready!!!!!!!!!
The comfrey plants were tucked in tightly and given another drink to live happily ever after and the horrible couch grass was never to be seen again.
The defiant wwoofers and host finished for lunch (yummm) and prepared themselves for their next task of pruning the raspberries.
The End.
I’ve WWOOFed at a couple of places in the UK this year that swear by comfrey fertiliser. Just harvested and left to soak in a dustbin for about 3 weeks, it is the most evil-smelling concoction but is apparently very effective (just try not to splash it on your clothes!)
yeah, great stuff, we call it “comfrey tea” – and yes – it is evil-smelling!
great idea about the ‘how to’ page will be book marking…..thank you