Of Potatoes and Crowns

Today I get to go to the dentist. I wish crowns were more glamorous than they sound. Cuz, today, I'll receive two.
I'd rather be anywhere than sitting in that dental chair, but the anticipation might be worse.
So, let's think about other things....

Last Friday I had the best day. I had lunch and coffee, and shopping with the CarpoolQueen. You may want to sit down for this, but we didn't even go to any crafts stores, or look at yarn, (which is pretty amazing) but the time went so fast. She is good people. It was the perfect way to start the weekend.




On Saturday I was able to build and prepare my Potato Tower. This is my new project in the garden this year.
The tower is about three-feet tall and when it was all said and done I was able to get five layers of potato planting in it.
The plan was to take compost and hay (or straw) and make layers. I had all the supplies but the straw, but I have an acre of leaves and pine needle! The Mister had extra wire fencing so he wired the enclosure for me and I began to gather leaves and compost from the yard.




These were some baby red potatoes I had already growing in my pantry. I didn't bother to cut them since they already had significant growth. But I also did a layer of Russet.




If it works, I should have quite a harvest come September. If it doesn't, I've lost nothing but a few potatoes, and gained a very cheap way to compost above the ground.
I also had an extra child this weekend, and I treated her as if she was one of my own - I put her to work.




It was fun having a five year old in the house again.
All right, I've procrastinated enough. It's time to get ready for the visit of doom. Next time I write, I will be two crowns richer, and poorer, all at the same time.