
Earlier this week, I decided to dig up my main-crop potatoes. I had high hopes for them as the plants grew tall and lush this summer. This year, I grew mostly All Blues (5 lb) and two fingerling varieties - Rose Finn (3 lb) and Red Thumb (1 lb). I was disappointed by how my potted potato plants had performed, so needless to say, I was anxious to see whether or not the ones grown in the ground had fared any better.

I planted my potatoes in a double row next to my asparagus bed. I chose this location in the back garden because it gets full sun all day long. When I started digging into one row, the first couple of plants were very encouraging. The potatoes were large and flawless and the yield was respectable.
Then came....
nothing....
nothing....
nothing?!
Yes, NOTHING for the remainder of the row. And the few I did find looked like this:

Hmmm...I began to smell a rat (or more likely a field mouse or chipmunk).
I also found a rodent's nest (made from the straw I had placed on the bed) and a buried horse chestnut. Too bad we can't eat either of these things. Disgusted, I decided to call it a night and munch on some KFC (my to-go crisis food).

The next morning, I halfheartedly began digging into the second row. Miraculously, not a single plant or potato showed signs of critter damage. (I guess the potatoes in the other row were much tastier.) At the end of the day, I lost about 40% of my potato crop to pests but still ended up with a decent haul.
I find it funny now to think that when I first started gardening, all I had were visions of green perfection. The reality, it turns out, is far from perfect. (Who knew that Mother Nature was so adept at crushing one's soul?) I'm sure the pros will tell you that you have to grow with the mindset that you will undoubtedly lose a percentage of your crops to forces well beyond your control. Well, in my defense, I never said that I was a fast learner.




















































