On Tue, 19 Aug 2003 10:17:01 +0100, Rusty Hinge
wrote:

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~ My father-in-law's rhubarb is like that. He puts all his weeds in a
~ bucket of water, and in spring ladles the resulting "stew" (absolutely
~ foul smelling) over the crowns. His rhubarb patch stinks to high
~ heaven but it grows like mad!
~
~Would do. Rhubarb is a greedy feeder, but it rewards you if you are kind
~to it. I really must restore my elephant gun before I plant a
~crown......

giggle my patch grows beside the place where the manure heap is.
Three years ago when there was no manure and I got the plot, I had a
really pathetic weedy patch. Now, as you say, it needs an elephant
gun...


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jane

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone,
you may still exist but you have ceased to live.
Mark Twain

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