And we're up and running. A remarkably fine Sunday gave us the chance to commit our first potatoes to the soil last weekend. We dug over one of the patches that we've inherited from our former plot-mate Toni, having been given the all-clear to take over her side the the allotment. A smattering of horse manure was worked in, the usual trenches dug and in they went. We only planted our first earlies, which were Rocket and some other unknown variety (someone managed to throw out the label...), with second earlies and main croppers to go in this weekend if I get round to it. I'll be digging solo, as Kasia is out of town.
There's something quite totemic about planting out your first spuds. It heralds an irresistable plunge forward into the season. "Are you'rs in yet or what?" has been the question from allotment-minded colleagues of late, with various views abounding on the right time to do so, and why. Although we've had a couple of light frosts since they went in I'm not too worried, figuring that the soil must be much warmer than at the same point last year, when it was still snowing.
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