It seems that every day has been busy lately. But Saturday, we were really busy! In the morning, after chores, we went to the funeral of our friend, Jim, who had been suffering from Alzheimer’s for quite a while. It was very sad. But just as soon as it was over, we had to dash home and grab a birthday present and card for our granddaughter, Melanie, who had just turned two.
Melanie and sister, Delilah, really enjoyed the day, the gifts and the visitors, including aunts, uncles, nephews, and nieces, plus grandparents. It was so much fun watching her squeal and laugh, opening all her presents. But I think the most fun was when Grandma Karla got down the bubble machine and set it to making bubbles!
After we’d partied for a while, eating great food and cake, we grabbed Bill and his family, who were coming to our place to pick potatoes before dark. It gets dark so fast these days! Will had been toying with the idea of using the middle buster (the little plow that throws dirt both ways) to dig potatoes but we really didn’t know if it would work or cut up the potatoes. And, due to the crazy weather, we didn’t know if we’d even have decent enough potatoes to pick. Well, he and Bill hooked up the middle buster and we all headed out to the Wolf Garden.
I think we all held our breath as Will lined up, straddling the first potato row. Then we started seeing nice potatoes rolling into the furrow. Not a single cut or smashed one. And there were plenty of them too! I think I was the most excited of all. I drove along the row with netted onion sacks and two crates in the back of the golf cart. The potato pickers carried buckets and busily picked potatoes and dumped them into the sacks I held open. We finished around 5 o’clock, having something like six crates, two big bags and a couple of buckets full of very nice potatoes! I think it was our best potato harvest yet, and even more blessed, due to the crazy weather we had this summer and not being able to water that garden once. I mean most of them were the size of store-bought bakers. One Ava found was huge and knobby. The biggest potato I have ever seen. And the weirdest too.
They went home with two big bags, two crates and a smaller bag full of potatoes. (Oh, Will tried the middle buster on the carrots so they could take carrots home too.) They were able to take about 2 gallons of carrots home too. Will didn’t dig all the carrots as we already have five crates plus of potatoes sitting in the entryway and bathroom, ready to put somewhere.
There are still a lot of tomatoes I’m trying madly to get canned up. (I did send one crate of tomatoes home with Bill and the family.) I was sure happy to have such a happy, enthusiastic crew of potato harvesters. Grandkids, Mason and Ava, were right in there, busy as beavers, making us very proud. — Jackie
What a fun and successful day!