Ah, the romance of the Harvest! All the farmer's hard work, finally and amply rewarded with Mother Nature's bounty.Yeah, right.
So far, here's the single potato, in size halfway between a hen's and a quail's egg, that my four potato plants have produced. I dug it up after a trip to Luther Burbank's garden in Santa Rosa where I noted that their potato plants are no larger than mine but were producing spuds below the ground.
I was greatly heartened, since I have spent the whole summer first rejoicing when my little potato sets sprouted, then whining when they never got very big.
So, I dug one of my four plants up and, lo and behold, it had made a reasonable-size potato! Maybe not a prizewinner at the county fair but, hey, I'm not really a farmer, either. If the other three plants are as productive as this one, My Beloved and I may actually have enough spuds for a meal.
One meal. Oh, well.
You should frame that sucker! Precious Potato by Zoomie. One of a kind!
ReplyDeleteI'm happy for you! They're not as easy as you'd think. That's a fairly admirable size, too. (Wait till you taste it: pure dirt, and of course, I mean that in a good way.)
ReplyDeleteLooks like an underground cantaloupe.;)
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't have much luck with spuds, except I keep digging them up, years later :)
Nancy, it would have to be a shadow box - he's a fat little round guy.
ReplyDeleteCookiecrumb, the "parent" potato was a good-sized russet. Junior is pint-sized.
Greg, okay, if you say so. :-)
Ms Mouse, I'm thinking I forgot the "hilling up" part that I have always heard about but just remembered yesterday. I tried that a bit with the remaining spuds, so I'll hope that works.