come to me, oh come to me,
you just can't drive by
when you know we're inside
come to me, oh come to me
we're all set to grow
we're ready for the furrow
You were expecting Shakespeare?
yeah, I might stop.
but this time, I'm chucking the whole thing in there, not cutting them up. Which is what the commercial potato farmers do with their big
automated down the hopper planters. The frugal part of me wants to cut every one in three pieces, but...maybe I'll get bigger potatoes this way.
First row potatoes were set down perfectly and nudged into the soil. Second row potato pieces were dropped in and rolled over if necessary. Remaining rows will be whole potatoes.
Will be interesting to compare output and sizes per row. Like a high school science experiment. In fact I grew potatoes for one year in high school, different amounts of water and fertilizer and graphed the results. Boring presentation, but my family said the potatoes were delicious.
I feel blessed having missed all this flu and sickness. And it's finally getting sweat band warm here. Yeah.