“Po-TAY-toes. . . boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew”. . . . I can hardly think of potatoes without hearing that line from the Lord of the Rings in my head. But you’re interested in gardening, not my family’s movie obsessions.
My potatoes look like they are coming along well. Not ever having planted them before, I’m not real sure how they’re supposed to be. The directions that came with the potatoes said to dig a trench, put the potatoes in the bottom, and just cover them with dirt, leaving the rest of the trench open, and then as they grow, fill in the rest of the dirt. I did really try to do that. . . but as the potatoes sprouted and the leaves started coming up, I realized I would have a hard time covering them over with dirt again and again. . . it just seems counter-intuitive, somehow. So I filled in the trenches pretty much right away, and it looks like (at this point, anyway) they are none the worse for it.
I’ve also heard that many people plant them in “hills”—but my garden is set up in rows, and I didn’t want to have to re-arrange things just to cater to my taters, so to speak. (Yeah, sorry about that.)
If you’ve been reading this blog from the beginning, I’m sure you’ll remember that I planted four different kinds of potatoes—Cranberry Red; All Blue; a white, red-skinned variety whose name escapes me at the moment; and a white fingerling called Princesse la Rat (who could resist that name??).
Maybe in the end I’ll wish I had followed the directions—but at this point I think my taters look great!
Oh, and here’s a quick shot of the “Skywalker” iris I took last night—gorgeous, no?