Folks, this is crazy. Some parts of my garden I research to the nth degree. And I fuss over it. And schedule it, and plan it and go bonkers over it. I stake things and weed them and work in the hot summer heat on my hands and knees.
And then there’s my compost pile.
After our trip to Alabama, we came home to discover part of a 10lb bag of potatoes had been left behind and it went a bit bad while we were gone. Not thinking about it, I just tossed the last of those potatoes into the compost pile, just like any other kitchen scrap.
A few months later, plants appeared.
And they grew.
All for basically no work, and maybe $3 of potatoes. And this is only the beginning of the potatoes.
I hope I don’t die of some sort of rare compost cooties…