Wacky potatoes

wacky potatoesI was rummaging in the potato field this morning and dug up this beauty. He looks to me like a dog cocking his leg.

The plan this morning was not to dig potatoes, but to plant out the cabbage.

I have a brassica forest in the potting shed that cannot lurk for the next two weeks without constant watering.

So they need to go into the ground. Under a net preferably, but I’m willing to risk the dreaded cabbage moth butterfly if it means I get more brassica and less parched pots.

Naturally it is taking a lot longer than I planned. First clear the weeds from under the existing cabbage crop.  Then dig the potatoes which I planted way too close to the cabbage.

Go back and forth to the potting shed for yet more pots of brassicas.  artur not helping

And all the while deal with Artur. He is cranky and cross and sad. He hates changes to his routine and being away and going away are right up there with rabid dogs in his world.

So he sits on my lap and then lashes at me.  Perches within view of me, but refuses to sleep.  And now he is hiding in among the cabbage pots I’m trying to move. It will end in tears, believe me.