August brings the potato harvest. Since I'm clearing the patio for the fence, I decided not to wait on the potatoes. The foliage looked wilted enough to be ready, and I wanted them out of harm's way. Contractors have big boots and need all the room I can give them.
So here's the story
They're yellow potatoes, like Yukon gold, and I grew them from peelings.
Next to steam and butter some for lunch.
Farming's the life!
