“If you can’t stop thinking about it, don’t stop working for it.” - Anonymous

From “The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst 

13 August 

The first house I ever owned [May, 1973] was a 3-bedroom cracker-box in a brand new subdivision just outside Dublin, Ireland. And one of the first projects I took on was the huge bowling-alley garden out back. I was told that the most sure-fire crop to grow in an Irish garden of that size was potatoes. It was my first venture at anything like gardening, and I learned a lot about the need for hard work followed by big-time patience. 

The process started out as straight-up back-breaking work: first, I needed to soften up the ground with what proved to be a shoulder-dislocating rottatiller, then spread out a load of cow manure and dig it in. Ugh!!! All that got done before September. Then I bought 15 pounds of what were called “seed potatoes” – which, I was told, were to be stored in a cool dark space: in our case on a shelf in the coal shed out back. I continued following some fairly simple, common-sense advice: cut the potatoes so that at least three tubers [little protrusions growing from the side of the potato] would grow in each section, and leave them until the spring. Do it right, I was assured, and I’d harvest 10 times the amount of seed potatoes: 15 pounds were going to produce 150 pounds! 

I started planting them the following St Patrick’s Day, March 17, the traditional day in Ireland for planting potatoes. First, create an inverted cone-shaped protrusion about 4 inches deep in the flakey soil with the handle of a shovel and carefully place one of those 3-tuber bits of potato about 2 inches below the surface, then cover with the soft earth so gently that those little protrusions wouldn’t break. Separate each planting by about 18 inches with the rows about 3 feet apart.  Then in the coming weeks add more soil to protect from frost the tiny shoots that would appear above ground. Earthing up those little shoots also had the effect of forcing each shoot to work that little bit harder to reach s-u-n-l-i-g-h-t. Eventually the frost will taper off as the summer takes hold, and the little shoots grow into a substantial bush about 18 inches tall on which blossoms would eventually appear. When the blossoms begin to fall off you know the time has come – finally! - to dig up those potatoes. 

Was all that back-breaking work worth it? Well, put it this way: those original 15 pounds kept a husband, wife and child in potatoes from July through December. Like I say: back-breaking work followed by big-time patience. And as The Provider I felt like a million bucks!