This Year's Gardens: Chapter 9

Potatoes! 

Who knew?

Who knew that, left to its own devices, crabgrass can grow three feet tall?

Saturday I waded into the long neglected Hej Garden to see what, if anything, was salvageable and to take a stab at hacking away the weeds that had been growing, pretty much undisturbed, since early June. 

Note: I was wading not because of water depth but because of the thickness of the weeds. Yes, it was that bad.

Warren, who was working on another cleanup project in our yard, came back after I had been there for a half hour or more to see how it was progressing. I told him that I was running into an issue I did not understand.

"See these tall grasses? When I go to pull them up, their roots are all intertwined and stretch across the ground. I don"t know what this is."

Warren refrained from bursting out laughing. "That's crabgrass. You just haven't seen it like that because we take it out when it is still small."

Oh.

I thought crabgrass was so named because of its squat nature, making it look like a little crab. Maybe it is named for that reason; I'm not Googling it. But know that, left alone, it scuttles (like a crab?) all over an area and digs in for the long haul.

There were two tiny cucumbers. "Tiny" as in put your two thumbs together for thickness and size. There were blossoms on the zucchini, still, but no results. I did pull enough of the crabgrass and other growth away so maybe, maybe there might be one zucchini. Not holding my breath, though. And the three red cabbages, although small, are chugging along.

There was one stunning surprise which made me laugh and then that night call my Aunt Gail. Back in May, I planted a bunch of potato pieces that had sprouted eyes over the winter. The pieces sprouted and plants grew. But the potato plants never blossomed, which made me think they might have been hybrids incapable of regenerating. When Aunt Gail and I talked about this a week or so ago, she suggested I dig them up and see what, if anything, was there.  

Despite the weeds, the potato trench was easy to find as it had soft soil. I stuck my trowel in and...a potato! A TINY potato but a potato! Whoa! I grabbed a tool with more heft than a trowel and uncovered the whole trench.

Potatoes! Enough to make a meal out of them. Not large (but the potatoes I planted were small potatoes) but there they were. I dug every single one out. 

Potatoes are a pain to clean, but I did it Sunday afternoon. Then I chopped them, put them in a pan with some chopped onions, and served them up.

On their way to supper! 

They were delicious. 

After I "brought in" my potato harvest Saturday, I called Gail that night and we laughed and laughed. She said if I wanted to grow potatoes next year, just get seed potatoes from a farm center and I would get better results.

Who knows if I will try again next year? My friend Cindy grows potatoes in a container bag, and that is a possibility. Or maybe I just buy potatoes at the grocery store. 

But for 2025, this was worth every bite.

Leftovers too!