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I couldn’t resist digging up some of my purple potatoes the other day. I read that once the plants flower the tubers can be dug for ‘new potatoes’ but it wasn’t true with all of the plants. The first two had a few nice sized potatoes but the third one had hardly anything so I stopped.

Scott was unimpressed with the effect of growing our own potatoes. I thought that they had exceptionally good texture as compared with what you buy at the store. Maybe I’m partial because I grew them.

Notice the pretty flowers. These could easily be grown in a large pot on a patio or in a border and hold their own with the other more decorative plantings and then be dug up for eating in the fall.

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This morning when I took my compost out I found this little one perched on the ducks water tub.

I put it up in this tree after Jack discovered it and started chasing it around. Right after I did that I noticed a random tabby cat hanging around. He was probably not pleased that I put his morning snack out of reach.

Robinson wants to expand her garden. She wants the current area to grow by a third and start a new garden in the original pig pen. Both plots are covered in weeds and grass.

We don’t have a tractor.

When we lived in Rensselaer, I rented a lawn scraper. I think I did that twice. I suspect she’s lucky (or unlucky) that she didn’t have to bury me right there. I recall my back not being in good shape for about a month and the same goes for my heart.

Manual scraping is out.

I thought, just maybe, I could use my power washer. It makes sense to me to use high pressure and water to take the top off. Robinson won’t let me yoke the children, using them like oxen.

Any thoughts out there?

Link to waltz via Net@Nite podcast on Twit.tv.