Digging Dinner

I'm presumin' we're going to be eating these for Christmas dinner. :D

Mom and I have looked after these potatoes since Uncle Peter planted them for Mom. Mom's becoming quite a gardening person again now. :D

Mom's done the majority of the caring. I've watered them a couple of times, done the hoeing (to my knowledge) and for the past six weeks have been trying to find time (in daylight) to dig them up.
Reasons being, I work 9-5, Monday to Friday. It's dark when I leave home at 0730 and dark when I return at 1820. Saturdays I've been out with cadets or doing something else. And Sundays is church or something else.

Today, I got a half day's paid holiday from work. :D So from 3 (when I got home) til 4:30, I dug up two of the three rows of potatoes. :D

This is me swinging the hoe into the dirt. I swung it so hard a couple of times that sparks flew off the rocks...yeah, it surprised me, too! :D



The rocks and the potatoes looked so alike at times I got confused!



My method of testing which is potato and which is rock?



Look at de potties!! :D



The potatoes, the hoe, the rows, the dirt and me. :D



Hope you enjoyed! :D

Comments

  1. Purpose Proposed Tuesday, December 20, 2011 7:00:00 pm

    Fun!!

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  2. AnonymousTuesday, December 20, 2011 7:10:00 pm

    Awesome. =)

    Nice necklace Janey. ;) =)

    Love you!

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  3. AnonymousTuesday, December 20, 2011 7:24:00 pm

    *laughs* Looks like you had fun. :) So what exactly was your method in discerning rock from potato? Throwing them against the brick wall? :P

    <3 Pip

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  4. GraceTuesday, December 20, 2011 7:34:00 pm

    I love growing potatoes. They're fun. And digging them up is like a treasure hunt! :)

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  5. R.G. NairamTuesday, December 20, 2011 10:40:00 pm

    I miss you. <3

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  6. Tiffany @ As For My HouseWednesday, December 21, 2011 12:32:00 am

    Isn't food neat when you go through the whole cycle of bringing it from seed to table? :)

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