Monday, August 22, 2011

Ah, my second harvest of the potatoes produced by one small seed potato.
There are eleven little beauties here, from one seed potato that I planted in the ground. The seed potatoes I bought are Yellow Finn heirloom organic. The first meal I fixed with them I sliced them thickly, chopped one clove of garlic, and sauteed them in olive oil. Delicioso, I must say.
I still have the 3 plants to harvest that I planted in the five gallon pail.
Here is a nice quote:
For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee!
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I am so jazzed about growing potatoes that I will soon plant a fall crop, which we can do here in zone 8.


22 comments:

the wild magnolia said...

Lovely little potato's, whoever grows a garden is wise.

My Blessed Serendipity Life said...

Food tastes so much better when it's homegrown. Enjoy!

Danielle

Marilyn said...

Our garden is producing tomatoes like mad now.....Mmmmm....Nothing like homegrown!!
Marilyn

Mari said...

I can almost taste them!
That quote was made into a song that I remember singing when I was in grade school. I haven't thought of that song for a long time!

Chatty Crone said...

I love that quote by Emerson - makes you thankful.

Debby@Just Breathe said...

The potatoes are awesome. Love the poem.

Daisy said...

I liked the Emerson quote. :D Nice looking potatoes--sounds good!

rosaria said...

I've planted potatoes over a year ago, forgot about them, and as I tilled some ground, there they were, fingerlings all, just right for a quick meal.

GARAGE SALE GAL ~ Deb's Earthly Delights said...

Hi Terra,
I bet they are very good!!! My Grandpa used to grow them :)
Warmly,
deb

Jean said...

I so miss having a potato garden. Yours look perfect. Enjoy.

Kerrie said...

Hi Terra,

I'm pleased to meet you! I was over joyed to hear from you. Thank you so much for your very encouraging words on my blog!

Ahh, great photo of your potatoes... The fruits of your labour.

A lovely quote you've also shared by Ralph Waldo Emerson. I had never heard it before. Beautiful words.

I don't have the gift of the gab for stringing beautiful words into a flowing melodic symphony. Oh my, where did that come from, can't believe I just wrote that. Hehe.

Wishing you a wonderful week.

GOD BLESS!

Catherine said...

Mmmm.... fresh garden potatoes. Very enjoyable!
xo Catherine

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Bravo! They will taste divine.

Tanna at The Brick Street Bungalow said...

I know that those will be so delicious! Nothing like home grown!

BumbleVee said...

When do you harvest the Zone 8 crop? Christmas? ....
We are Zone 3.... not much good growing weather... but, guess what we grew that surprised us? Two great Carol Mackie Daphne shrubs. they do so well... except last year the snow was so heavy on one of them..it spread the thing outward from the centre...so I might cut it right back and see what happens. If it survives.. okay..if not..I'll just plant another one.. they were supposed to be too fragile for here...but..like I say..they do well in the protection of the big spruce... the little blossoms smell so lovely

Alyn C. said...

Yes, I'm a man and I love those potatoes!

Ceekay- Thinkin of Home said...

I have picked potatoes myself...and they were delicious!

lynnmosher said...

Oh, yum, Terra! Your potatoes sound so good. Wish I could stand the horrible heat and humidity to plant some myself!

~Ren~ said...

I'm totally impressed with your gardening skills.. My gardening consists of whatever grows from the bird seed that falls out of the feeder :)

~Lavender Dreamer~ said...

These potatoes will be so much more flavorful than anything we can buy in a store! What a nice garden you have! ♥

Angel @ Finding The Inspiring said...

Love that poem and happy for you and your harvest of potatoes! What a blessing. I wish I could grow them too. Maybe someday...

Lynda said...

I LOVE white potatoes. Had some red-skinned with our supper tonight.