We planted potatoes today. I'd wanted to plant them several days ago but we needed to borrow a neighbor's disker first. Today my husband borrowed the disker in exchange for plowing and disking the neighbor's garden space. Here he is disking our garden. After this we'll re-install the fences.
The disker isn't much more than a bunch of knives, choppety-chopping the plowed-up big ol' chunks of dirt. Boy oh boy is Don enamored with this thing!
Okay, ready to plant potatoes. I laid out a string just to get my rows straight.
Here are the potatoes, cut-up, air-dried, and ready to plant (eyes-side up!). Fifteen pounds of seed potatoes planted seven 33-foot rows.
We have a whole bunch of old rotten hay, unfortunately a fair distance away from the garden. So Don and I carted wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow over to mulch the planted potatoes.
Still, we only got enough hay to cover half the bed.
Enough. I'm pooped, and I still have to milk the cow.
Speaking of whom, she's revved up even further. This is today's milk output - a bit over four-and-a-half gallons. What in God's name am I going to do with this much milk every single day? This morning I skimmed all the cream from yesterday's milk and poured the rest down the drain. Glug glug glug. Seems criminal. We really must get some pigs.
I wish I lived close enough to share that milk with you. Looks yummy.
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhhhhhhh! Patrice! Would that we lived closer to one another. I am looking for a hard-to-find source for raw milk and cream to buy. Am looking for that which the cow hasn't been innoculated with growth hormones and antibiotics. If you know of anyone in Montana, who would be willings to sell some, I'd be happy to have the info. If I could have come through the computer, I would have taken some of those off of your hands for you. ;)
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