Three potato, two hundred and twenty-four! Okay, maybe not quite that many. In fact, this year I planted the least amount of potatoes that I have in many years, only fifty row feet!
Truly, with the kids moving out and our life direction shifting, I scaled way back for what I hope might be obvious reasons. Plus, the idea of attending to just fifty row feet of potatoes is most appealing to me. Get it? Heh.
Sorry, I haven't had much sleep and am still going full threat level midnight speed due to being the boy's courier until at least this Friday. Yay parts delays!
I also got the snow peas planted, a succession of radishes and lettuce in, and the green onions transplanted. It was a very productive day, and that was before I made homemade sourdough pizza!
I, sadly, didn't get a picture of my long fermented sourdough pizza that I topped with bacon, pepperoni, sauteed onions and green bell peppers, and olives. But let me tell you, after the incredible amount of shoveling of compost and raking soil that I did yesterday, I wasn't sad about eating a couple huge slices of that delightful thing. Not even a little bit or at all.
I did, however, get repeatedly distracted by all the emerging beauty at my old burned old growth larch stump flower garden. The squill has been up for awhile, but the hyacinths just exploded out of the ground in the last day or two, and I love me some hyacinths.
I then though, got more than a little startled by just how much the rhubarb has grown this past week alone. I'll be up to my elbows in compote and crumble before too long.
Yep. Not sad about that upcoming situation at all. Nope.
Today, I really should get the tomato sprouts transplanted, but I still have to drive the boy to and from work, which takes about an hour and a half if traffic isn't bad, and to be quite honest, after a lack of sleep, all the farming I have done in the past couple of days, and a huge amount of schoolwork getting completed by yours truly, I might just come home and watch Father Brown. The next three days are going to be especially wild and might need to rest up for that.
But as most who homestead know, the words rest and spring don't really go well together, so I will probably be chorin til dark.
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's ready to hurtle in the white car again iPhone
