I have a LONG list of things to blog about, but have been too busy to blog. But since I threw out my back yesterday just getting READY to plant potatoes .... I'm taking a few minutes to write a bit while the pain killers kick in today.
I didn't muck up my back this time as badly as I did last year. This year I was just carrying too much weight in manure to the garden and my back said no. So I stopped. But did get back to it today, carrying lighter loads.
PLUS I changed how I was going to plant the potatoes. No hills this year. No working with the clay soil with them at all. Nor am I doing anything like 'official' raised beds. No, this year I'm using garbage bags.
I still have some big black 45 gallon trash bags that we used when moving - for transporting clothes that were in closets on hangers (bunch about 10 - 15 items on hangers together in closet. Take a big garbage bag, bag the clothes from the bottom to the top-by-the-hanger. Tape bag shut around narrow part of hanger). They were kind of beaten up by the move, had tape on 'em, some have holes.
So I took them to the garden. Put in a layer of straw 4 - 6 inches deep. Dumped a 3.5 - 4 gallon bucket of well-aged horse manure on top of that. Add two seed potatoes, there will be plenty of room for two plants. Top with 4 inches of loose straw - more will be added when the vines start. I had enough manure to get 6 bags, 12 plants, started.
Lazy? Yes. More manure than they needed? Probably. Will the bags last the season? Yes, I think so. Will they last more than one summer? Heck no. Could I get something done without making my back worse? YES! And that was REALLY important today. Almost magical. Totally Kitchen Witchy.
Potatoes are a planting priority for me this year, since I'm planting both calories and nutrition. A bushel of lettuce is great to eat, but in hard times it won't keep you alive as long as a bushel of potatoes. It's just part of my survival / prepper / preparedness approach.