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Sadly, that might not even be hyperbole.
Well, I also saved some farmers market potatoes to plant once they sprouted. Waste not, want not, and the ones I got are seriously delicious.
They were sprouting all over the place, and still the ground has been frozen, and I've been itching to get them into the ground before it is too late, so finally I googled it, and found that potatoes go in the ground BEFORE the last frost date! Specifically, four to six weeks before. Our last frost date is mid April, which means potatoes go in round about the ides (don't you always refer to the ides of March as the ides?), which is NOW.
Woo hoo! So I cut them up and searched about for a trowel. No luck, but I can use a shovel, right? It's a bit overkill, but...
Turns out it wasn't overkill. Turns out I hadn't gotten everything like I thought. Turns out there were three or four forty pound rocks (and several smaller ones, smaller being a very relative term here) smack dab under my potato spot. Lovely. I was digging and tossing rocks for an hour before I could get my potatoes in, and then I was so tired I just sorta scattered them instead of trying for rows or a grid. They're nicely spaced, anyway, and mulched with all those leaves I have. They need a higher mulch, but it can wait a few minutes.
Well, I also saved some farmers market potatoes to plant once they sprouted. Waste not, want not, and the ones I got are seriously delicious.
They were sprouting all over the place, and still the ground has been frozen, and I've been itching to get them into the ground before it is too late, so finally I googled it, and found that potatoes go in the ground BEFORE the last frost date! Specifically, four to six weeks before. Our last frost date is mid April, which means potatoes go in round about the ides (don't you always refer to the ides of March as the ides?), which is NOW.
Woo hoo! So I cut them up and searched about for a trowel. No luck, but I can use a shovel, right? It's a bit overkill, but...
Turns out it wasn't overkill. Turns out I hadn't gotten everything like I thought. Turns out there were three or four forty pound rocks (and several smaller ones, smaller being a very relative term here) smack dab under my potato spot. Lovely. I was digging and tossing rocks for an hour before I could get my potatoes in, and then I was so tired I just sorta scattered them instead of trying for rows or a grid. They're nicely spaced, anyway, and mulched with all those leaves I have. They need a higher mulch, but it can wait a few minutes.
