Good morning! It’s Saturday, and no, this humble blob isn’t my latest attempt at pottery, nor is it someone’s fossilized chewing gum collection. It is a seed potato. And with a little luck and a bit more work, it and its friends will become this year’s potato crop.
When living in Arizona who knew when spring was there? It could be January or May. The rule of thumb was if the ants ate out the ground I’d warm enough and this did seem to be the best advice for my fruit and veggie garden. Could grow so much there but always had to have irrigation which I had to learn fast😎🌻🌴🌵🍅🌽🍊😀
Clara, so many people must write to you and I'm sure it can be tiresome. Today after the potato story, I just couldn't resist not sending you a message. Before I knew who you were, just a old novice here, I had your yarn book. At the time (about 2 years ago), knowing nothing about knitting (and still very little) except the two basic stitches, the book didn't make a lot of sense. Nonetheless, I dutifully purchased it on the recommendation of a kind knitting friend who said I needed it. Then by curiosity and accident, I'm from Portland, Oregon and the title caught me, and still not knowing the connection between you and the yarn book, I recently read Knitlandia and figured it out from afar. I live in France part of the year and the yarn book is sitting at home on my bookshelf on the Oregon coast waiting for me to pick it up with renewed interest and a more educated perspective when I return in June. After Knitlandia and now on track with the real Clara, I read the Yarn Whisperer and I'm ready for more. I'm enlightened and intrigued by your stories, your life, your connection to France, and your amazingly entertaining writing abilities. Both of your books were terribly charming, super fun to listen to on Audible, as well as instructional in their own special way. Who knew the knitting world was so complex, and, lo and behold, huge? I've become obsessed, I knit almost everyday and have found locally spun yarn from some marvelous old breed French sheep. I continually struggle, but manage to figure it out eventually -- I restarted a recent project seven times!
Well, thank you for reading my chatter, I had to let you know how much you brightened my knitting days. I just discovered your podcasts and signed up for your Daily Respite emails a couple of days ago and look forward to it! I probably won't subscribe, forgive me, but I will be reading/listening to ALL your books (maybe more than once) as I knit. Signing off as an inspired, new, loyal devotee, sending lots of good cheer and blessings from our 300 year-old, tiny, French, countryside house.
I used to frequent an herb grower for fun and plants. The proprietor once told me that the French say not to plant the basil until the soil is warm enough for one to sit in it with no pants on. Seems reasonable hahaha
A. I had know idea a ground thermometer was a thing. And if it isn’t let me live in my gullible excitement for a little longer. B. I loved having potatoes in our garden. C. That quote is perfect. D. I say that every day.
On our farm in the central Midwest, my father in law taught us to cut them in chunks with at least a couple seeds. Told to plant on Good Friday which I've thought later, that's an ever changing date. He'd say, "dig a ditch, drop, stomp and hill." Worked every time. Miss digging up those piles of fresh sweetness! Hope you'll show us your bounty one day soon! 😊
life goes ON :-)
Aw, be patient, little seed potatoes. Your time will come. Clara will take good care of you.🥰💖😌🥔
When living in Arizona who knew when spring was there? It could be January or May. The rule of thumb was if the ants ate out the ground I’d warm enough and this did seem to be the best advice for my fruit and veggie garden. Could grow so much there but always had to have irrigation which I had to learn fast😎🌻🌴🌵🍅🌽🍊😀
You have a podcast? Where can I find it?☺️
In western Washington it is recommended not to put the tomato plants into the ground until the outdoor temp stays at least 50° overnight! Ha!
Someday the ground will be warm, not this week, but someday!
Anticipation always precedes execution.
Clara, so many people must write to you and I'm sure it can be tiresome. Today after the potato story, I just couldn't resist not sending you a message. Before I knew who you were, just a old novice here, I had your yarn book. At the time (about 2 years ago), knowing nothing about knitting (and still very little) except the two basic stitches, the book didn't make a lot of sense. Nonetheless, I dutifully purchased it on the recommendation of a kind knitting friend who said I needed it. Then by curiosity and accident, I'm from Portland, Oregon and the title caught me, and still not knowing the connection between you and the yarn book, I recently read Knitlandia and figured it out from afar. I live in France part of the year and the yarn book is sitting at home on my bookshelf on the Oregon coast waiting for me to pick it up with renewed interest and a more educated perspective when I return in June. After Knitlandia and now on track with the real Clara, I read the Yarn Whisperer and I'm ready for more. I'm enlightened and intrigued by your stories, your life, your connection to France, and your amazingly entertaining writing abilities. Both of your books were terribly charming, super fun to listen to on Audible, as well as instructional in their own special way. Who knew the knitting world was so complex, and, lo and behold, huge? I've become obsessed, I knit almost everyday and have found locally spun yarn from some marvelous old breed French sheep. I continually struggle, but manage to figure it out eventually -- I restarted a recent project seven times!
Well, thank you for reading my chatter, I had to let you know how much you brightened my knitting days. I just discovered your podcasts and signed up for your Daily Respite emails a couple of days ago and look forward to it! I probably won't subscribe, forgive me, but I will be reading/listening to ALL your books (maybe more than once) as I knit. Signing off as an inspired, new, loyal devotee, sending lots of good cheer and blessings from our 300 year-old, tiny, French, countryside house.
I used to frequent an herb grower for fun and plants. The proprietor once told me that the French say not to plant the basil until the soil is warm enough for one to sit in it with no pants on. Seems reasonable hahaha
Perfect quote!
Enjoy your potatoes
You go farmer Maine, one day at a time
A. I had know idea a ground thermometer was a thing. And if it isn’t let me live in my gullible excitement for a little longer. B. I loved having potatoes in our garden. C. That quote is perfect. D. I say that every day.
On our farm in the central Midwest, my father in law taught us to cut them in chunks with at least a couple seeds. Told to plant on Good Friday which I've thought later, that's an ever changing date. He'd say, "dig a ditch, drop, stomp and hill." Worked every time. Miss digging up those piles of fresh sweetness! Hope you'll show us your bounty one day soon! 😊
I love these conversations that you have. Good luck with your seed potatoes!
Hvetjigy