In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I planted some Irish potatoes.
I had three pounds of Kennebec potatoes cut, healed, and ready. The bucket is for me to sit on as I plant, since bending, stooping or kneeling hurts my knees really bad. Notice the black tape around the hoe-handle; I use that to mark the distance between rows.
I try to leave two eyes on each chunk of potato.
I plant my potatoes deep. If they should come up and freeze, they'll be fine. The tops will die down to the ground, but they'll keep growing and making new tops.
You probably couldn't tell it, but this is the first pea to emerge from the ground, obviously in celebration of St. Paddy's Day.
Another cause to celebrate: the back yard dried out enough for Cliff to till it! Maybe I'll have actual grass in my yard before long. No more mud!
I asked the lady at Colonial Nursery if it was too soon to set the pansies out: She said no, they're very hardy, but told me to "harden them off" first. Done and done.
Springtime is so exciting; I'm wearing out my exclamation mark!