
Taters, Precious
My late, lamented Mother in Law Agnes Olga always had the same question for us during any February visit—“Do you have your potatoes in the ground yet?” She always had the same look of disappointment when we answered no.
This year I finally got organized and planted potatoes early, on Groundhog’s Day. (For any foreigners, that’s on February 2.) We had a couple of hard freezes after that, but nothing a row cover couldn’t handle.

These two ten gallon grow bags are Russet (large) potatoes. We have an additional three grow bags of fingerling potatoes, two of which are also coming up. The third can’t be far behind.
These potatoes should be enough to get us through the summer. There will be some sorely disappointed farmers at the Festhalle farmer’s market.