Harvest journal: oh no! Don't slay that potato!
Mid August and the tops are dying. Time to dig before we lose track of where the tubers bunch.
Russets
A friend of mine in Maine had never seen where potatoes come from. Nanon, this one's for you!
Red Pontiacs and Michael
We dug half the patch before we got rained out.
Seneca on her way to bed
And as a bonus: a gratuitous photo of one of our two Black Rock chickens.