08-20-2026 — Taters be gone

Howdy all. All of the potatoes are out of the ground as of 1 pm.  The prior ones are now dry and in a woven bag to be given away. Today’s taters were put in the bucket waiting to be rinsed and left to dry.  There were many more, and much larger ones, today.

And it turns out I can use a shovel.  🪏 Well. Sort of.  In this very prepared soil, you can push through it by hand, without using a foot on top of shovel’s edge. But, there is still a lot of bending and reaching.  And when the sun decided to beam down, my nose was like a faucet.   That made me to not want to inhale and send liquid into the lungs 🫁.  I really must have outdoor allergies here in Ohio.  

But after a short break, I did go out and rinse the taters and set them out to dry too. They’ll be ready for either my brother, or his son, to come and pick up.  

I really need to pick cherry tomatoes too.  Maybe later.  

Oh, did I mention there were really less than 10 taters found when I dug deeper in yesterday’s bed.  And they were small too.

Rinsed and drying.  Looks like a two five-10 pound bagger. 

Oh, and while it looked like more cherry tomatoes were ripe than that, a few had split and will be feeding the Chuckies and possums and raccoons tonight I’m sure. 

I also picked what might be the only pepper I get this year.  And picked a few of the everbearing strawberries that the critters haven’t chewed.  

They’ve got many more that will ripen before the frost.

And yes there is a slight twinge in my back. But I can hardly notice it over my feet feeling like I stepped in a meat grinder. Ugh.  This too shall pass.  
Tonight I will likely have “cankle” pain as they try to cramp up. A little hemp cream will help. Maybe on the back too??

By tomorrow, my body will have forgiven me —- AGAIN. And I can Enjoy Life