The Humble Spud poked it's head up as part of our first serious planting of, well anything really. It took a community effort from much valued knowledge and man power from our neighbourhood but black soil was found under a carpet of some of the toughest weeds known to man.
We're on weed alert now and are putting a task force together to combat the problem - over a glass of something at the kitchen bench. I'm new in the spud game and being new to this island have only just become acquainted with the vast array of potato varieties available. Having been subjected to only supermarket interpretations which can only be described as spud looking variety either washed or not, to hear people having passionate discussions over their preferred variety is remarkable. At a market stall last Sunday a fellow shopper piped in across my conversation with the farmer about which potato was the best for baking. It was the voice of experience you could tell, probably having tried and tested so many. She had strong feelings about her side of spud variety as the best and fairest and by far the better bakers. And now our own trusty pink eye and kennebecs have risen to the challenge of some novice farmers with much help from our chief farm cat who stuck her paw in almost every hole, our trusty number one son Cocker Spaniel who stood guard should any brazen rabbit get too close, our farmyard chickens on a rotated grub removal roster and the neighbourhood observers who looked on over the fence, snorted - then went back to grazing. Happy days.
We're on weed alert now and are putting a task force together to combat the problem - over a glass of something at the kitchen bench. I'm new in the spud game and being new to this island have only just become acquainted with the vast array of potato varieties available. Having been subjected to only supermarket interpretations which can only be described as spud looking variety either washed or not, to hear people having passionate discussions over their preferred variety is remarkable. At a market stall last Sunday a fellow shopper piped in across my conversation with the farmer about which potato was the best for baking. It was the voice of experience you could tell, probably having tried and tested so many. She had strong feelings about her side of spud variety as the best and fairest and by far the better bakers. And now our own trusty pink eye and kennebecs have risen to the challenge of some novice farmers with much help from our chief farm cat who stuck her paw in almost every hole, our trusty number one son Cocker Spaniel who stood guard should any brazen rabbit get too close, our farmyard chickens on a rotated grub removal roster and the neighbourhood observers who looked on over the fence, snorted - then went back to grazing. Happy days.
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