I have been harvesting potatoes for a couple of weeks. I pan fried some for company last week, although I didn’t eat them, and have given some away.
I decided it was about time to dig up the rest of them and make way for some more cucumbers. I’m craving pickles, and my other cucumber plants are being stingy and not producing the volume I need to justify smelling up the house with vinegar.
So, I pulled up the plants, and commenced digging. It always surprises me how deep I find potatoes, and how far away they stray from their plant. The good thing about that is, while harvesting them, I’m also turning the soil and loosening it up for its next inhabitants. I was happy that, during this endeavor, I unearthed lots of beneficial worms, only to have them disappear back into the soil. Not to mention a good little quantity of potatoes:
I will turn this bed again, probably unearthing more potatoes – I always miss some – then amend it with compost and let it rest. I have finally given myself enough garden space, that I can rotate crops and let the gardens rest for a bit, before filling them again with food crops.