Up at 2:30 a.m. and looking at the news. Oh Boy, really messed up news if I got to say so myself…
But, I have to get ready and make sure that the potatoes are hilled enough to survive the storm and try to cut grass before the storm hits….15 centimeters of rain coming….6 inches of rain….oops…
Hows that for a potato patch?
59 plants and well actually I count a solid 58 and one tiny trying to grow potato is not going to make it. Or at least be worth anything. Not sure why, but it is just a couple of leaves and well that is it….maybe just remove it…
We will see how it works out….next year, Sveta wants me to grow sweet potatoes. I think that is a good idea and experiment. It should work, yet Russians do not grow them as far as I can tell????
Four varieties of potatoes. Some from Vova, some from Nina, some from whatever and some from the grocery store after they sprouted from the eyes. White flowers, pink flowers and some I am waiting to see what color they are. Wish I had blue, like I did years ago…
Next year maybe I will try some Solanum fendleri potatoes. They worked before…
The potato patch is full of my babies this year and my little birdbrains flying around help keep bugs under control…
Speaking of baby birds….we have little screaming birds all over the place. Feed me, feed me, feed me as they scream at their parents to hurry up with that delicious bug just caught…
WtR