Yesterday, our family went up the Rattlesnake for a run (bug and me) and bike (Alice and he). Then we came home to a full day of yard work. It was so satisfying. We celebrated our ten year anniversary with dinner at Scotty’s followed by a walk with Alice.
I was turning my compost and discovered an entrepreneurial tater outside the pile. She had settled in and started reproducing. I haven’t grown potatoes before and I know Andy’s grandpa Lewie says they have to be planted by Easter, but this potato is eager. It was in full shade and not even buried. So, I read up about potatoes in my Master Gardening manual and The Vegetable Gardener’s Bible. I don’t’ know why I bothered to read about it because I am experimenting with something completely unrecommended. The red potato is organic so I don’t have to worry as much about it as I would a store-bought, non-organic potato. Did you know that non-organic potatoes have chemicals on them to prevent sprouting? It can cause major disease if planted. Or so I hear.
Anyway, I planted her in a pot in the middle of June and neither of these decisions are endorsed by either of my sources. I figure it deserves a chance after demonstrating such determination to live.
