I took the buckets off of one of the potato plants today. Here they are back in June, one bucket deep and looking nice and healthy. The one in the back is the one that's now a pile of Yukon gold potatoes.
Geez, the grass was green in June. It's black and brown now with late season sprouts coming up now that it's finally raining. Black grass is really ugly.
Here they are, my first potatoes. Ever. It sort of freaked me out to have them actually appear in the pile of soil. It's been a tough summer for cool weather crops, too hot for months and suddenly rainy as hell. I was afraid the plants were going to rot with out making potatoes, but here they are. Food. I think I might just do it again next year. Isn't that what planting a garden is about, giving hope, thinking ahead and doing it again, but just a little better?
Geez, the grass was green in June. It's black and brown now with late season sprouts coming up now that it's finally raining. Black grass is really ugly.
Here they are, my first potatoes. Ever. It sort of freaked me out to have them actually appear in the pile of soil. It's been a tough summer for cool weather crops, too hot for months and suddenly rainy as hell. I was afraid the plants were going to rot with out making potatoes, but here they are. Food. I think I might just do it again next year. Isn't that what planting a garden is about, giving hope, thinking ahead and doing it again, but just a little better?
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