5 August 2005

Pulling up potatoes at dusk

After I finished work this evening we both went a-digging. Armed with our wheelbarrow and some potato sacks generously given to me by a friendly greengrocer in King’s Heath I decided to finish pulling up the potatoes.

My under gardener was busy taking photographs to start, leaving all the hard work to me. He likes to pretend that he’s not into this green-fingered malarkey. But soon enough he was helping me and even seemed to enjoy himself. “This isn’t food,” he enthused, “this is treasure, buried treasure!” It would be churlish not to agree with someone looking as wide-eyed and full of wonder as a five-year-old, though this buried treasure is marked not with an ‘X’ but with copious amounts of bindweed.

We had to call it a day by 9:15pm as it was getting harder and harder to see. We did manage to empty the two large triangular beds, but there are still two smaller beds to do. Here’s what we got…

That’s 12kg of Symfonia (red, aren’t they?) and 18kg of Cara. That’s a whopping, erm, hang on - I need more fingers, a whopping 30kg of potatoes! And more to come.

Roasted, baked or steamed treasure with every meal from now on then.

Filed under: Harvest — Clare @ 9:49 pm