Planting Potatoes

Planting Potatoes





When I was a boy growing up we had several gardens around our old house. The largest one of all was used just for growing potatoes.

I can still remember those potato planting days. The whole family helped. After my Dad had tilled the soil, my Mom, brothers, and I went to work. It was my job to drop the little seed potatoes in the rows while my Mom dropped handfuls of fertilizer beside them. My brothers then covered them all with the freshly turned earth.

For months afterward I would glance over at the garden while I played outside and wonder what was going on underneath the ground. When the harvest time came I was amazed at the huge size of the potatoes my Dad pulled out of the soil. Those little seedlings had grown into bushels and bushels of sweet sustenance. They would be turned into meal after meal of baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, fried potatoes, and my personal favorite: potatoes slowed cooked in spaghetti sauce. They would keep the entire family well fed throughout the whole year. It truly was a miracle to behold.

Thinking back on those special times makes me wonder how many other seeds I have planted in this life that have grown unseen in the hearts and minds of others. How many times has God used some little thing that I said or did to grow something beautiful? How many times has Heaven used these little seedlings to provide another’s soul with sweet sustenance?

Every single day of our lives we step out into the garden of this world. Every single day we plant seeds that can grow into something wonderful. We may never see the growth that comes from the kind words or loving acts we share but God does. I hope then that you always tend the garden around you with care. I hope that you plant only goodness, peace, and compassion in the lives of everyone you meet. I hope that everyday you help miracles to grow.

WE all planted our seeds (dinar bills) in our safe places.  The problem is WHEN are they going to grow?

As a former Future Farmer of America member I recall all of the lessons we had while taking Vocational Agriculture in high school.  I remember planting a field with corn in the spring  and harvesting the crop in the fall.  I also remember the spud field - dug by hand, picked up and placed in a bucket and finally dumped in a gunny sack to be taken to the vegetable cellar (sans tornado shelter) for storage during the winter.  At least one could actually see the progress once the plant top was pulled and the forked spade revealed the potatoes as they came up with the dirt.

With this investment all we see is balderdash and gibberish supplied by the 'roos.  Problem is most of it is just that and no truth to be found.  One hopes this investment will turn out like the spuds - quite large returns.  Here's to the farmers, may they reap a hearty harvest.  I guess we all are farmers in one sense or another.

Think of it all as the "fertilizer" for the growing process

Ah, I think we had enough "fertilizer" to do us for 50 years, 4 years ago!!!!

Now it is gas masks required!!!  Have you changed your cartridge lately?  I'm glad it is COLD up here now as the odor seems to be less that it was when the temperatures were warmer.  I would not like it if they got HOT, I don't thing the gas mask would be sufficient then.  SCBAs anyone.

How are your potatoes growing everybody?

Didn't grow any this year, wanted to, but could not get 'seed' potatoes- We'll try next year-