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This blog belongs to two Gen X-er's smackdab in downtown Kansas City where we've been renovating and decorating two old Victorians built in the 1890's. Our life is filled with 3 demanding Pomeranians (1 of them cranky, of course), honking cars, noisy neighbors and the hustle and bustle of city life but we dream of the day when we can move to our 40-acre farm and hear nothing but the wind and the cows next door. Until then, we're chronicling our triumphs and mishaps here as we try to garden and preserve on 2 city lots, raise chickens, and learn all those things we should have learned from our grandparents. Welcome to our world - we hope you'll stay awhile!

A Potato Farmer I Am Not

Friday, September 07, 2012

We were supposed to have a cold front cross over us last night and send some more showers our way, but it seems to be taking its sweet time.  I took advantage of the reprieve to do the chicken chores - they got a banana for a treat - and I also wanted to dump the Yukon Gold potatoes that I had planted in the laundry tubs.

Both tubs had lots of vines growing in them earlier in the summer but were now dying back.  In the first tub, this is how many potatoes I found:

Boy was I disappointed.  But I still had one tub to go and all bets were on it.  So I dumped it over and here's what I found:

What you see if what you get folks:  just 1 good-sized potato and 3 smaller ones.  *sigh*

I'm thinking it's the combination of the oppressive heat this summer and I think I should have put more dirt in there.  Contrary to what I had read, all the potatoes were in the dirt and there were none in the straw.  Oh well, I still have the potato boxes to dig through, so maybe I've actually got some potatoes in there.  We'll try Yukon Gold again next year.

When I moved the tubs to dump them, I discovered that I'm growing a bumper crop of grubs and something very disturbing.

Look closely in the yellow circles and you'll see what I mean.  Termites!  Not surprising, I guess, since this is where an old tree was cut down.  But, in the interest of being a good neighbor, this just won't do.  I'll be buying some termite stakes later today.  Ugh...nasty things.

In the rest of the garden, which I am pretty much ignoring at this point, the once-written-off tomatoes have set some more fruit and I have some cucumbers!  How they got this big without me seeing them is beyond me.

Well, I'm on vacation today but it's not much of a vacation:   it's time to go work on the house some more and maybe sneak in a little more "me" time since it's my birthday tomorrow.  I'll be 26.  And, if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell also.

This post is part of this week's Farm Fresh Friday and Farmgirl Friday blog hops. 


  1. CP - Sorry about the potatoes but Happy Early Birthday to you!

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    1. Thank you, Mary Ann! I ony wish I were 26 again.....*sigh* I guess you're officially old when you realize that there's always something on your body that hurts. Today, it's my wrist from painting so much yesterday. Have a great Sunday!


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