I was going to dig up my potatoes last weekend, but time management and temperatures in the 90’s dissuaded me. Technically the potatoes are not go be harvested until the first frost kills the plants, but heat had already toasted them. My delay was apparently noted as I discovered a freshly excavated potato in the top of one of the pots midweek.
Tonight the weather chilled out enough -high 70s- to set up for farming.
Between my rubber gardening gloves and my tarp, I feel a little like I’ve set a Dexter– esque kill spot.
I plant the seed potatoes then fill the top of each pot with flowers. That means all the dirt needs to go back in, because I replace any surviving flowers and add a mum for fall. The purple potatoes were happening midway down the pot. However several of the red potatoes were just under the surface layer of dirt and stretched on down.
All told it was a mighty harvest for my two pots. Ideally I’d love to add some sweet potatoes or blue/purple potatoes that are purple all the way through next year.
Now breakfast for dinner or future potato soup?
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