... Neat, tidy rows?
.... Rich, black organic loam?
..... Lush, green plants ready for harvest?
Well.... Martha Stewart I am not. I live in the REAL country.
What you’re looking at is our potato patch. Somewhere under ALL those weeds are the potatoes John planted in June, and today was the day I had to sort through those weeds and find one potato for dinner.Yes, I did consider skipping the potato in the recipe OR going to the grocery store, but we DID plant the potatoes and they ARE organic and I wasn't DOING anything else at the moment, and heavens knows I NEEDED the exercise, so.....
To the left is the result of a good hour and a half of toe touching, sweating, arm lifting, grunting, deep knee bending, even crawling… all in the name of weed pulling. The more I ached the more I told myself that some people pay good money for such treatment; that this might not have happened if I hadn’t spent all summer sitting on my backside gallivanting around in an old VW camper; etc. etc. To be honest, I really didn’t think a whole lot about potatoes.Anyway, on the “up” side I did get one ENTIRE row weeded even though I really only needed to weed a couple of feet for that potato. On the “down” side (which is actually off to your right) there’s a whole other row to weed. However, this body had had enough spa treatment for one day.
But I got my potato! Is that all I got? You bet. I may weed but digging is really a 2 person job. John digs & I pick them up. Works for me. Spas aren’t just for women, you know.
