So I dug some potatoes on Monday a task that should have been done months ago, but excuse, excuse, excuse I never got around to it. The resident population of field mice had no such procrastitory incline - under the mulch there were little mousey tunnels that led to chewed up potatoes. That'll learn me.
So this year's tater harvest was pitiful compared to last season's: fewer and smaller taters. When it came time to plant this spring I didn't have any compost or manure, so I just placed the taters on the ground and covered them up. Last year we averaged over a pound a foot row, this year it's much less. At least now I know for next year.
For the record though, they're still delicious.
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