First of all, I want to express my thanks to all my followers who filed comments on my last post.
I realize that I have not given an account of my 2022 potato harvest. Unfortunately I have misplaced the potato fact sheet: how many pound harvested, essentially. But I can assert that it was an excellent crop, all the more so because unplanned and unexpected. Sometimes I wonder...
This year I will try to keep track of all my garden doings. And today I planted all the eyes I had managed to carve out of my potato crop in the last few weeks. They are all in the wagon garden, and I look forward to seeing their progress.
I have also planted spinach in the greenhouse trough, and Russian Kale in a smaller planter in the greenhouse.
Needless to say, I have doctored the soil in the trough and in the wagon garden. Other such doctoring is underway. Never anything but my compost and my friend Gary's horse manure.
I have also assembled another raised bed, and it's ready to make its entrance into the vegetable penitentiary (I am thinking of renaming the "penitentiary" the "resort") where its designated task is to grow tomatoes. More garden beds are coming.
