It’s not every day you see potatoes being pulled from the ground in the middle of the city. Since our garden is in the front yard (no back yard here), people stopped on the sidewalk to watch and ask questions and simply marvel at food happening within spitting distance of a busy thoroughfare, about a mile from the White House here in the District of Columbia.
We harvested about 30 pounds of big Yukon Gold potatoes, and some purple spuds that somehow worked their way into our seed order. Since we are no longer eating starchy carbohydrates, we are making gifts of these to friends and neighbors. But just when I thought our days as urban potato farmers were over, my wife opines that we should continue planting them next year so we can give them away.
Greedy me. I now see an entire vegetable bed where the potatoes used to be begging to be planted with something new. I don’t have any particular plan. Bush beans sounds right. I love being the opportunistic gardener.