The bottom land soil was good old West Virginia red clay. The kindthat sticks to your boots when it ‘s wet and makes you get taller with every step. The stuff that you scrape off as best you can before going inside or getting in the car. The kind that swallows up pickups in ever growing mud holes. The kind that makes you wish you had remembered to lock the hubs in before you got stuck in that knee deep mud hole. The kind that swallows up the tractor you were using to pull out the VW that was already in there. The kind that makes for red stained wash and arguments about who tracked that stuff in.
We were hauling sawmill lumber up to the house site way up on top
Start of the House on the Hill
of the hill and had to cross the creek to get to the road up. The crossing angled down into the creek going a little downstream and then climbed back out of the creek angling back up stream. This makes sense when you think about the wear and tear of creek water on the road bed. It makes for a little less silt build up in the tracks.
So, we’d been making a lot of trips but the rain had been holding back and the creek staying low. The banks were about 5 feet high and the creek probably less than a foot deep where we crossed. It was getting a little slick on the far side where the creek water carried up with the tractor tires, but not too bad. There were only a few more loads to go.
Then it started to rain. I don’t know where it came from, but the clouds moved in, blotted out the sun and it was coming down. Hard. We couldn’t see weather coming in that far, with all the hills so close by, and hadn’t been listening to any radio. It took us almost an hour to load the trailer and get it cinched down tight for the steep climb up the hill. We really wanted to get all the lumber up to the house site now , and not have to wait for the ground to dry out again, so when we finally got the trailer loaded back up with the last of it, we started across the bottom and down into the creek. It had been raining hard the whole time we were loading and the creek was starting to rise just a little.
Bunnells Run is a long creek and drains a huge area and comes through the town of Pennsboro first. There are a lot of roofs, parking lots and paved streets in town that send all the rainwater straight into the creek. It moves fast with nothing to slow it down. This creek rises fast. It depends on the sort of rain you get, and how ready the earth is to absorb it, just how fast. The ground was not taking it in. It was all running off. As the tractor got down into the creek the water came up to the rear axle and the trailer started to slip sideways off the gravel bed at the crossing. We kept it moving though and managed to pull it out the other side. I rode on the side fender up to the top of the hill and we dropped the trailer and headed back down as quick as we could on the narrow steep grade.
When we got back to the crossing, the water was even higher, but at least we weren’t pulling the trailer anymore. We headed down into it and realized too late just how deep it was, and how fast it was moving. The water came over the air intake and stalled the motor out. We could not get it started again. We climbed out over the front of the tractor and jumped off on the other bank and went to get the pickup and a chain to pull it out. No go. The truck wouldn’t start. We stole the battery from the VW bug and tried again. The water was rising and really muddy with red clay, looking like mashed bean and bacon soup. I ran and got the wooden pry poles from the shed and Eck climbed down into the water and started prying from the back of the tractor while I tried to pull with the truck, but we couldn’t get any traction on the wet slope.
The neighbors heard us down in there shouting and three teenage boys came running out to help. They jumped right down into the muddy water and started pushing on the back wheels. I hooked up the pony with his log pulling harness to see if we could do any good with that. Daniel was pulling and all four guys were in the water with pry poles and pushing. It was scary. The water was almost up to their armpits and I was afraid they would get washed away but they just kept on sticking those poles under, prying up and the tractor slowly started to move. The pony was pulling, the four guys were pushing from behind and hollering, and the wheels slowly started to turn. Another brother finally showed up with his huge four wheel drive truck that had a winch on it and he hooked up and started reeling it in. The red mud tried to hold it back but we won in the end. Whew.
Bunnells Run in Flood
Everybody climbed out, covered in muddy water and looking like drowned rats. They pulled the tractor to higher ground and our friends headed off home, sopping wet, covered in red mud and freezing cold. You can’t get better neighbors than that. They totally saved our tractor. We will have to work hard to repay them.
The rain kept on coming down for another three days. The creek continued to rise and went from being about eight feet wide and a foot deep to being two hundred feet wide and about eight feet deep. It covered the entire bottom. Nobody could drive in or out for over a week, but most folks had foot bridges that they could get to when the water started coming down a little. All the crossings had to be dug out and reworked before anybody could use them though. We were grateful that no one was hurt and the tractor was not ruined.
The flood waters never came over the furthest creek bank, the second flood bank further back. According to the neighbors, the only time it has done that was in the flood of fifty, something I hope to never see. It got houses that time. This time it just got hay land, and almost, our tractor. We learned a little bit more about respecting the creek and what good neighbors we had.
-Wendy lee, October 24, 2015 writing at, https://www.edgewisewoods.com
Owl Hollow
Version 2
The tiny little house I had to move into after I split up with my ex was only about a mile away from where we had been living together in Freshwater Cove. The thing is, I wanted him gone and he would not leave. So I had to move out. Now he was sitting in the old log cabin where we had lived for the last six years and looking out the window at my twenty three acres. The beautiful land that I had bought with the money my Uncle Wats left me. The land we were supposed to build a house on together. My veggie garden and my pony Ranza were still there so I had to go back and forth a lot. I did not want to leave but I could not tolerate his treatment of me anymore and it was bad for my kids. I have three girls aged two, four and ten, all blonde and blue eyed. I had to protect them from his ugliness. So we moved into Owl Hollow for a time.
Mary and Baylor Thacker owned the farm Owl Hollow was on. They did not have any kids of their own although they had wanted a family. They tended to try and parent folks who rented their little house up the hollow and sometimes that got a little tiresome. I was friends with the last family that lived there and had often wondered how they put up with the Thackers trying to tell them how to run their lives. Now it was my turn.
The tiny house sits way back from the county road, down a long, narrow and muddy lane that hugs the hill it perches on. There are some scary drop offs along the way and you need to be careful, especially when the mud is freshly slicked by rain. I had a VW bus and it was not the best thing for maneuvering in precarious places. Sometimes, we all four of us, just had to walk in instead. It was pretty back up in there and the only close neighbors were the beef cows. We shared a spring with the cows and as Baylor said,
“You had better make sure you don’t take too much water. Those cows get first dibs.They are my bread and butter.”
I told Baylor, “OK, we’ll be careful and we won’t waste any. We’ll take good care of the spring.”
The water ran downhill through a plastic pipe into the house from the spring box up on the hill. There was no pump, it was just gravity fed. There was no hot water until you heated up a bucket on the stove. I was pretty used to that set up, having lived without any kind of running water for a long time. There was electric to the house though, and a little washroom off the kitchen with a wonderful cast iron bathtub in it. The tub was shorter than the usual size and nice and deep. I would heat up two big speckle-ware enamel canning buckets, dump them in the tub, and add cold water till it was just the right temperature and all three girls would share a nice bath out of it. It took all of maybe eight or nine gallons each time. It was a tiny room with only one square of a window and a curtain over the door so it wasn’t too drafty. We kept a pee pot in there too, so we didn’t always have to go to the outhouse. It was really kind of nice having an actual washroom. In the log cabin, we had finally, after four years, put in a hot water heater (a birthday present from my Mom) and set a tub up under the stairs in the kitchen. There was no privacy there though, and if somebody opened the front door it was really cold. Plus, you could hit your head on the stairs if you weren’t careful getting in and out. Still, it was a major step up from bucket baths outside on the porch.
The girls had a bedroom up in the attic at Owl hollow. There was a set of real stairs leading up there from one side of the living room, opposite of where the woodstove was. The heat made it up the stairs and it was cozy up there. There was a window up there and the ceiling was finished off with ceiling boards. My oldest daughter, Carina, needed her own space, away from the little ones, so I built a dividing wall for her out of wooden tomato stakes and stapled up this dusty rose colored cloth I had been hanging on to for years. It kept out most of the light from her reading lamp, so the little ones could sleep, and gave her some privacy. Grace and Robin learned pretty quick not to cross over into her room without asking first.Carina
My bedroom ended up being out on the back porch, which was screened on the upper half and wood siding down below. I added insulation to the wood part, stapled six mil plastic up all over, laid a cheap rug on the floor, and it made a nice room. I had a futon mattress on the floor and the old chifferobe from Carinas Grandpop Talbot for my clothes. The patchwork quilt I made, from the scraps I got when I worked at the garment factory back in Pennsboro, cheered it up a lot. When it was cold I could open the window into the living room and get some heat from the woodstove in there.
There wasn’t any insulation in the walls of the house but it was fairly tight otherwise. My Mama Bear woodstove had no problem heating it since it was so small. And I had a gas cook stove in the kitchen hooked up to one of those small propane tanks you can take and get refilled down at the Southern States store down in Colleen. A fridge came with the house. It was one of those really old, rounded, fifties style ones, that somebody had spray painted to cover the rust, but it ran OK. I was going to replace the gasket on it but that would have cost $50 so that didn’t happen. I bought a used chest freezer for $100 instead and put it out in the mudroom porch off the kitchen. The heat off it kept that space from freezing too badly after I stapled plastic up on the walls. I made a fabric flap in the outside door for the dogs, Geeshen and Possum, so they could get out of the weather when we were gone during the day. We hung all our coats and left our muddy boots out there. Mudrooms are great. My 72 VW Bus at Owl Hollow
Muddy driveways are not so great. At least not without four wheel drive. The VW bus would easily go sideways in mud and could not be trusted to stay on the road when it was slick. Once when I was driving down the cove road, which was paved, it did a 180 in the road for no reason at all. There was about an inch of snow on the ground, the tires were good, and I was not turning or braking. It just took a notion and turned around all of a sudden. It was just luck that no one was coming right then. To top it off, the long muddy driveway has this gate. A heavy, wooden gate that drags on the ground. It is all I can do to lift it up and drag it open and closed every single time we leave or come home. In the rain, in the dark, whatever. I hate that gate. It signifies everything that is difficult about my life. And heaven forbid if I was to forget to close the gate and the cows got out.
The kitchen sink and the bathtub both had drains leading outside onto the ground. It was not a problem since we didn’t use that much water and never dumped anything bad down the drain. The weeds grew just fine in the runoff and it wasn’t anywhere near the creek. After we had lived there for a few months though, I really wanted to install an electric water heater to make our lives easier. The kids had school and I had work to go to everyday and heating up water takes time. When I asked Baylor about it he wanted to know why I needed it. I told him it wouldn’t cost much and would be an improvement to the house that anyone would appreciate.
He said, “You can’t have a water heater on gravity fed water.”
“Sure you can,” I said. “As long as the spring keeps flowing it won’t be a problem. You don’t need a pump, just water. We have that.”
“No. No. You’ll just end up using too much and the cows won’t be able to get what they need”
“Look, Baylor, I can set up a second tank below the first spring box and only pull off of that. The cows can keep the first tank and it will stay full. I’ll go up and check it regular to make sure. All I need is a water heater and one extra stock tank. I can buy them if you you’ll put it towards the rent, since it is an improvement to your rental. When I go back to my place, the next renter will appreciate it. You might even get more rent.”
So Baylor allowed me to install the heater, and boy, do we like having hot running water again. We still take the laundry into town to wash but washing dishes and taking baths is so much easier. There has been no problem with it at all. Baylor was impressed. He just didn’t realize it could be done. My rent is $65 a month and the water heater cost $130.00 and I got a stock tank for free so I did not pay the rent for two months.
When we first moved in to Owl Hollow, I was thinking it would be too small to set my weaving loom and treadle sewing machine up but I managed to fit them in the living room under the stairs. There was even a window there for light. So I was able to do my sewing and weaving and sold a few pieces now and then. Mostly through my mother down in Florida, who got her friends to order shawls and such. I made some place mats and napkins for my sisters’ wedding present and donated a shawl for the nursery school’s fundraiser. I made a lot of my kids clothes, or we traded hand me downs with friends who had bigger kids. I only had a few chickens so eggs were only enough for us. I left most of them back with my ex where we had a nice big chicken house.
To earn a living, I was working three jobs. The main job was as head cook at the Monroe Institute for Applied Science, about twelve miles away in Faber. Sounds impressive, right? It was a very strange place, a conference center and training center for “out of body experiences”, but the people who attended were all really nice and I met folks from all over the world. I even met Helen Nearing, who along with her then deceased husband Scott, had written the classic homesteading book, “Living the Good Life”. She was great and had come to the institute to see if she could come to terms with Scott’s death, which I believe she did. When people came to the Institute, many arrived by plane and were shuttled out forty five miles to the farm in Nelson County, and they stayed for six days. They ate, slept and did all their training at the site, usually thirty people at a time. I fed them lunch and dinner and had another cook who did breakfast. We had four women who did all the cleanup and maid duties. I was paid about $400.00 a session and was happy with the work. I even managed to sell a lot of my own produce through there, sweet corn, green beans and fresh tomatoes. The menu was usually vegetarian and I adjusted it according to whatever produce was available. I also shopped at the Blue Mountain Health Foods up in Charlottesville, the regular Kroger’s grocery store as well as ordering some stuff from a commercial distributor. I have always been thrifty and saved the Institute lots of money each month and knew I was lucky to have such a good job so close to home.
The other jobs I was doing were more sporadic. I taught basket weaving classes up on the mountain at Wintergreen resort about once a month. I bought the materials, dyed them in pots at home and gave lessons to twelve people each session, who all left with a completely finished egg basket. This paid for my car insurance. I got free babysitting and the kids got free ski lessons too. Another job I did was the final cleaning up on new construction sites. I bought a Sears 12 gallon shop vac for $85 and vacuumed all the floors, peeled off all the stickers and washed all the windows, cleaned up the debris in the yard and removed the trash. Sometimes I helped sand drywall as well. I also cleaned condo’s up on the mountain with a couple who, Tom and Phillipa Proulx, who had a rental company up there. They were a lot of fun to work for and we never had to buy soap at home since we brought home the partially used bars. The reason I had to work so many jobs was that my ex had walked out on a loan that my land was used as collateral on. Against my better judgement, he and the neighbor up the hill had bought a tractor together to bush hog and grade the road with. He got the tractor, I got the bill. Actually he walked out on a loan from my mother as well. Her loan enabled us to drill a well and put in a septic field. I managed to pay off all my loans so I got to keep my land and cleared the title again.
During our time up Owl Hollow there were a couple of interesting events. Luckily they did involve any haunting, although people had warned me about that. One night I was asleep out on my futon when I felt something running around on my bed. It ran right up the blanket from the foot of the bed, and I don’t know how I did it, but I grabbed it as it ran by. I was instantly awake and had to jump up and turn on a light to see what the furry thing was in my hand. I don’t know why it didn’t bite me. I think it was as shocked as I was. It turned out to be a flying squirrel! He had the biggest dark eyes and was really cute. I quickly put him in a half gallon canning jar and took him upstairs to show the kids. Of course, they were all sound asleep, but they needed to see this. It was the first time I had ever even seen one and I was really glad it was a flying squirrel and not a rat. I had heard something scrambling around in the walls for awhile and figured it was rats, which I loathe. I was happy to find out it was a flying squirrel instead. Of course the kids wanted to keep him as a pet, but after we had all checked him out, I took him outside and let him go, telling him,
“OK now. I am glad you are a squirrel and I don’t mind you living in the walls, but please do not come inside anymore. OK? Got it?”
He must have gotten the message because he never showed up again. He was probably scared to death of us.
Another time, I woke up to little scratching noises on my pillow. Feather pillows tend to amplify sound. Have you noticed? Even your own heartbeat can sound loud in your ears if you lay your head just right. So I heard this weird sound and reached over to the lamp and turned on the light. There were a million tiny honeybees walking across my pillow! They were marching in a line about five bees across coming in from a little hole in the wall, walking across my pillow, and marching on down to the end of the bed, down onto the floor, and over to the screen door, and right through the crack in the bottom to the outside. It was the strangest thing. None of them stung me. They totally ignored me and seemed to be on a mission to somewhere. I have no idea why they were walking in the middle of the night. I thought bees slept at night. Why didn’t they wait till morning and just fly wherever they were going? I sat there and watched them go and told them,
“OK, bees. I do not have a problem with you living in the walls. That is fine with me. However, you cannot be coming into the house and walking across my pillow I the middle of the night! Please, just stay on your side of the wall and come and go through the outside wall, OK? I won’t hurt you if you’ll just do that. If you come inside and sting my kids though, we’ll have problems.”
So, they must have listened because they never did come inside again. I heard later though, that the renter after me tore off the siding, retrieved the honey and moved the bees to a hive. Apparently, there was a lot of honey in there. It was a pretty hospitable house for critters. Robin on the Tire Swong
The third memorable incident happened when the three were sledding down the hill one day. The snow wasn’t very deep, maybe six inches, but the grass in the cow pasture was clumpy and taller than that so the sled runners kept snagging on the grass. Carina, who was the biggest sat in back and Robin, who was only two, sat in the front as they slid down the hill. As near as I can figure, Robins boot got caught up in some of the long grass. They all three came into the house, Robin crying and being carried by her big sister. After they all got out of their snow suits and had some hot chocolate everybody seemed fine. The next day, Robin was fine sitting on the floor, playing, but she would not get up and walk at all. When I tried to move her she screamed. I could not see anything wrong, no bruises or swelling anywhere, so I left her alone to play. The next day she was no better so I took her to the blue Ridge Medical Center, which was nearby, out on the four lane. They took an x-ray of her ankle and it looked fine. I suggested maybe the problem was further up her shin, so they took another. Thank goodness they had a sliding scale fee system. We did not have any insurance. The second x-ray showed a crack running the length of her shin bone so we finally knew what the problem was. They put a half cast on her, kind of a metal splint wrapped with padding and elastic bandages. Now she couldn’t walk at all and boy did I feel guilty for not bringing her in sooner. The payback was quick in coming, of course. Now that winter had set in the lane into Owl Hollow was too snowy and slippery to drive on, so for the next six weeks I had to carry her in and out. It was really hard to get her in the back pack too. Grace and Carina had to help me pull groceries and laundry in and out with a sled the rest of the winter. Robin healed quickly and didn’t seem to mind not getting around all that much.Gracie on the Tire Swing
Except for the dealings with my ex, things were going pretty well. Mary and Baylor were OK as landlords. They let me work off the rent once in awhile. I painted their two story tall grey hallway up in the main farmhouse grey, again. That was boring. They did try and tell me that I needed to stay home more and they tried to get me to phone them each time I headed out, but I set them straight on that pretty quick. I was a grown woman with jobs and responsibilities and I needed to come and go whenever. The two younger kids, Grace and Robin, went to their Dad’s every other week, and we did a weekly switch over. You might think that was terrible on the kids, but actually they seemed to adapt pretty well. I did my best to be civil whenever I had to deal with him and tried not to let the kids get too caught up in our drama. Sometimes he would make poor decisions about girl friends and I had to grit my teeth and hope the kids would be fine. I did have some dreams where he came after me though, and I actually managed to fend him off with a bush axe in one of them. Cut him into little pieces. That was satisfying. Good thing it was only a dream though. All three of my daughters have managed to graduate college, get good paying jobs, and are settled in nicely with good husbands and kids of their own. Our Trailer House
The girls and I lived in Owl Hollow for about a year and a half, and my ex finally decided to move into a place of his own elsewhere in the county. I bought an old abandoned house trailer and had it set up on my land, where I had a well and septic all ready for it. After a whole lot of work we ended up with three bedrooms, two bathrooms with indoor everything, and our own space back. I had to rewire and re-plumb the trailer and we had some trouble meeting the inspection requirements of the electric company and the county inspector, so we had to live without power through the first winter, but we managed. It has made us appreciate what we have today.
October 18, 2015
Wendy lee, writing at edgewisewoods.com
I planted corn this spring in my little greenhouse to get the earliest start I could in hopes of beating the expected mid July stinkbug invasion of my garden. I left some in the greenhouse, hoping that if all else failed, I could close it up and foil the bugs that way. The corn transplanted quite well into the garden rows, without any setback at all, and grew better out there than what I left under plastic. We have had so much rain this season that it could not help but grow well. We put cardboard down between the rows to keep the weeds down and covered it with the chicken yard and horse barn cleanings for mulch and fertilizer. We ate our first corn June 28th and it got better and
Corn on the young side
better. It was a little on the young side the first night. We had to leave for the family vacation on July 4th and I spent the evening of July 3rd, steaming, cutting and freezing all that was ready, which amounted to only 5 quart size freezer bags. Lots of ears were still coming on out in the garden though and I really hated to leave it. Who plans vacations in the middle of summer harvest? Luckily, after 6 days away, the corn was still good. It had been cool the whole time and slowed it down some. So we got to eat corn every night for dinner from the 11th through the 18th and I gave a few dozen ears to friends too.
Fresh Corn Ready to Eat
Our tomatoes are still not ready since I did not push them, but I got some tasty homegrown ones from a stand on the way home from work. You have to have fresh tomatoes with fresh sweet corn. There is nothing better. Our yellow squash is ready now too , along with peppers and green beans. The last two years I have not been able to get enough green beans to can because the stinkbugs got to them first. Yesterday, I put up 14 quarts and there is a big bag in the fridge to eat fresh. Perfect, unmarred, long straight green beans. Yum.
The potatoes I planted in the pallet bins grew way too fast for me to keep up with burying them every time they poked through the soil and I was worried it might not work at all, considering how close I planted them, so I also planted some rows in the garden. I used the left over Yukon Golds from last year that had sprouts about a foot long and planted them whole. They were mostly small ones. I always use the biggest prettiest first. They are so much easier to make a meal with. I am going to step out there right now and see if we have any taters yet. Even though I am clean and cool and it is really hot and humid out there. Just a quick check. Be right back…
OK, so the taters in the garden rows seemed to have done really well. I just pulled up the remains of one plant and brought in 2 good sized ones and left the other 3 that I could see poking up down in there. The bins aren’t looking too good. I found some small red ones in bin number 3, but when I poked into bins 1 and 2 where the Yukon Golds were, I came up empty. I will check back later since I was not wanting to mess with the wet soil much and it is miserable out there right now. They may have rotted with all this rain.
The blueberries have been producing pretty well but are about done
Blueberries
now. We froze 8 gallon bags and have been eating a lot of fresh ones for breakfast. I lost a couple of plants, maybe to the rough winter we had, maybe to the Ph getting too high. I need to check it again and will probably need to add some sulphur to bring it back down. They are under planted with strawberries and we were able to freeze a lot of them. I have not counted the bags but the freezer down in the basement is very full. I freeze them on cookie trays and then bag them into gallon bags so they don’t stick together and you can pour out what you need each time. We use them for breakfast smoothies every morning. I also made a batch of low sugar jam.
Strawberry Jam, Low sugar
The blueberries mostly get dropped in hotcakes and local Maple syrup for French toast.
Our sugar snaps did well this year too and are also all gone. I don’t like them frozen or canned so we eat them all fresh and gave away the extras. I dip them in Humus for lunch and that along with a hardboiled homegrown egg makes a pretty good meal. Sometimes I add some cheese and crackers or some nuts.
The chickens are laying about a dozen eggs a day (that I find, anyway). They should be laying more but it does not bother me. We have plenty and I sell the extras to folks nearby. It looks like there may be a few hens missing and some of them are getting a few years on them. I only count them when they are roosting and there are at least a few that roost up on the wire under the main roof. It is possible that a fox has picked off a few (without my wonderful, useful dogs noticing) but as long as we have enough I will not worry too much. We have chicken fed fox around here sometimes. Just doing my part for the wildlife. Usually, when I clean out the freezer at the end of each winter (which I have neglected to do so far this year) I will throw any freezer burned old venison out by the fox holes in the fence line. They have plenty of dens nearby and usually need extra food for the kits in early spring. I know one woman who used to put wormer in her fox feedings to help them that way. One of my dogs got in a tussle with a fox a few years ago and caught sarcophagal mange from it. The poor dog had to be dipped in a smelly lime sulphur mixture weekly for 6 weeks. No one would go near him, he smelled so bad, and he got depressed. Eventually it wore off and it did cure the mange. Maybe that is why he doesn’t do all that great of a job keeping the foxes away these days.
Growing
July always makes me remember how impossible it is for me to keep up with the rampant growth of my gardens and pastures. In the spring it seems like it might be possible to keep it all weed free and under control, but by mid July, I can no longer pretend. The good thing is that no matter how weedy it gets, I always seem to get what I need out of it. And then there is next year, when I will undoubtedly try again.
I have decided to try, once again, to make gardening a little easier on us this year.
Wheelbarrow and Bins
I hope it works. I have given over more space to the blueberry/strawberry patch the last couple of years and space is getting tight in the garden, which is already plenty big enough, in terms of taking care of it. We always try to grow enough potatoes for the entire year and they take up a lot of room grown in the 10-12 single rows. It is also a lot of hard work to keep them weeded and hilled up and then digging them up
Last Years Potato Patch
at the end of the season. I have been using cardboard between the rows as mulch and covering that with barn cleanings and we had a great crop in 2014.
I have been reading about growing various vegetables vertically instead, which seems like a great idea because it will make them easier to dig and also less prone to being smothered with weeds, besides taking up less space in the garden. So today, I hauled out some old pallets from the front barn and tied them together with bailing twine to form two bins out in the garden. I loaded each bin with a wheelbarrow load of composted barn cleanings and dropped hay and set the already sprouted taters on top, rather thickly.
Sprouted Taters Laid Out
Then I covered them with another load of fairly dry chicken bedding. The plan is to keep adding soil, compost to cover the potatoes as they grow, so that they grow a very long stem with space for the tubers all along it. We should be able to harvest a lot of potatoes in a much smaller space by going up instead of each plant only making a few in the shallow space of the rows.
We always plant Yukon Golds, they are the best tasting potato I have found and we had enough left from last year so we don’t have to buy any. However, from what I have been reading it looks like Yukons are not the best choice for growing vertically, as they are “determinate” and won’t produce spuds the entire length of the buried plant
Potato Bins Ready
stem as I had hoped. So, it looks like I will have to buy some seed potatoes of another variety after all and plant a third bin, just in case. They will
still take up far less room than usual and we will just have to see how it goes.
