The well man's equipment is in place to dig our well (please let it not collapse again...).
Second wonder of the ranch, the Purgamato... As I was digging potatoes, trying to ignore Bear Cub Q's insistence that he was DONE, I said, "Hey, this looks like a tomato, not a potato. And it smells like a tomato." And, apparently, it is a tomato plant! (edit: James) Dan votes that my dad has something to do with it. (James: He denies it all!) It's a Brandywine/slicer type tomato, from the looks of it, rather than a Roma/sauce type.
Kennebec, our heavyweight champion, weighing in at 135 pounds...
Planted in the original bed, heavy with compost, possibly planted further apart
Blue/Purple Viking, a midweight victor at a surprising 76 pounds.
Looked peakish throughout the end of the season, as purples are not known for hardiness, but delivered in the end.
Our lightweight weighed in at 54 pounds.
That's right, folks. 265 pounds of delicious, organic, chemical free, hand-weeded potatoes. That means this season we had a nearly 4:1 yield. Last year, our yield was about 3.5:1, so we are making progress. If you have any good potato recipes to share, we are all ears! (oh, wait, with potatoes I guess we should be all eyes, but.... whatev')Children of the... Potatoes?
And last, but not least, grubs for the chickens back at Second Hand Ranch. Can I hear a resounding, YUM!? Big grubs, little grubs, colonies of grubs, single grubs...
And, as I closing note, apples and potatoes are NOT related... I had a train of thought that makes sense to me, and apples figured into it... but they're still not related.
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.