What seems like a lifetime ago, but was just this past St. Patrick’s Day, we planted potatoes. We have hilled them. And hilled them.
Today, with the greenhouse nearly empty of livestock (just the rabbits and ducks left), I started hauling out bedding. Well, more than started, I worked on it for a couple of hours and went a foot deep in a 10×15 area but didn’t really make much of a dent. While the wife and kids weeded the garden I hauled wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow out to the garden beds to surround the peppers. Finally, I just had to do it. I had to hill the potatoes again.
The bedding I am hauling out is mostly from under the rabbit cages. It’s months worth of wood chips mixed with rabbit manure, chicken manure, old hay and who knows what else. It’s moist, warm and full of worms. It’s also heavy.
This really isn’t a huge deal but by planting the way Jeavons says to, and since potatoes don’t always come straight up where they should, there’s a dense pack of plant matter and it’s kind of hard to deliver the compost where it is needed. But I did it. And kept going back for more. And I’ll do some more tomorrow. Why, oh why did I plant 100 pounds of potatoes?
Yes, the plants really do tower over my wheelbarrow. It’s not just a perspective thing. I can’t seem to get enough material in there to hill them the way I would like.