What to do when an awesome garden conspirator gives you seed potatoes and the city of San Francisco bestows the richness of new earth upon you?
Why, plant yerself a spud farm, that’s what!
We had prep work to do beforehand, like choosing and sorting pots.
Emptying old soil out to make room for the new.
And making sure the watering can works.
Prep work is done, now it’s time to start planting!
Lesson number one: Your head is not a spud.
First, make a hole three inches deep.
Next, drop your seed tater in….
Cover up your babies and tuck them in tight.
It was a good team effort.
Our potato planting day was probably the best I could ever think of for natural teaching about gardening, growth, food, root, soil, water and sun.
Leonithas said, “Fern is so little she doesn’t even know about soil.”
Jeff and I explained that there are different kinds of knowing. There is the knowing of names, of science, of words and explanations. Then there is the knowing of familiarity, of taste, touch and smell. When it comes to the latter, Fern is an expert.
We planted enough spuds to hopefully reap a bounty of 150 or so little taters. For now, they are slowly waking up under their soil beds and I am looking forward to copious requests to find out “Are they growing yet?”.