First things first: gather together the necessaries.
|They're alive! English daisies, pincushion flower, and those brown grass... things.|
|We still think we're geniuses for pulling this off.|
|Left, young whippersnappers. Right, grizzled veteran, suspicious of the new arrivals|
|Free from their root-bound prisons! Fenced in for protection from over-curious beagles.|
Once he was out of the ground, I notice that many of the branches (thoughtfully mashed into the soil previously by Charlie) had developed roots. I decided to tear old heather into pieces and see if I could turn my first successful heather into a whole new generation of heather. The result: nine potential new heather plants, trailing up the side of the yard and to the very back. If they succeed, free plants! If they fail, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Here are some pictures in which I swear the new heather transplants are shown, but are nearly invisible. I will take better pictures after Mulch Madness, when they will surely show up better.
|See right there in the middle?|
|Three more. I swear!|
|There's one there in the right center. Hey, and behind is one of |
last week's forsythia transplants and it's not dead yet!
|Three more, in front of the boulders.|
|Last one, all by himself.|
Anyway, before any of the heather adventure, I took my seed potatoes out to the veg garden and finally got them in the ground. Turns out we bought rather a lot of seed potatoes. Twice as many as I'd actually mapped for in the garden. I planted them all anyway. Potatoes are fun. For some reason, they seem more improbable than anything else we've ever grown (maybe because we don't know anyone else who grows them), but they are one of our most successful crops. Fifty potato plants for two people? Sure, why not?
|This year, I actually used a ruler, and made little trenches, and EVERYTHING.|
The top section is Kennebec. The middle section is... uh... red ones. The bottom
section is the other ones that came prepackaged. Yeah, those ones.