On Monday while I was at work, Trevor dug our potatoes. They’ve been looking yellow and dried up for a few weeks now, and we knew it was time, but we just hadn’t had the spare time to take care of it.
So Trevor spent the first part of his morning digging spuds.
We got a respectable pile of potatoes, I think–it looks like at least as much as last year, maybe even a bit more. I think the potatoes are larger in general than they were last year (other than the fingerling Princesse la Rat–the light-colored ones–and of course they’re supposed to be small).
We had quite a few different kinds–I had ordered two reds–Red Thumb Fingerling and Mountain Rose–which were both supposed to be red/pink on the inside as well. And I ordered a new purple one called Purple Majesty; we had had pretty good luck with All Blue the summer before, but I’m always up for something new.
Finally, as I had lots of sprouting All Blue and Princesse la Rat potatoes in the basement, I planted a bunch of them, too. . . you may be able to guess the way this story ends. As I did not label the rows, and as I planted some new and old varieties, and as Trevor actually dug them up. . . I have absolutely no idea which is which.
But aren’t they beautiful??