Bushels and Bushels

Call it one of my break-from-reality moments, but when we were in Agway a few weeks ago I sptted the seed potatoes. The were separated by variety, in nice, fat piles near the checkout counter.

You know what comes next, don't you? That's right. I had one of those impulsive twitches, the kind where my hand darts out, seizes something and, before the rational mind can stop it, heads to the cashier.

*sigh*

Seed potatoes.

Of course, Hubby looked at me as if I'd sprouted an extra eye at the bridge of my nose.

"Potatoes? Why grow potatoes when we can get a whole bushel from the farm stand in October for $14? All that work? For fourteen dollars?"

I didn't remind him that the potatoes in my sack cost $2.65.

Gardening? It isn't all about the dollars and cents.

This year I'm growing potatoes in bushel baskets. I cut out the bottoms of the baskets, filled them with soil (after removing most of the rocks from the dirt), then halved and planted the potatoes. I planted four bushels, with four more potato mounds between the baskets.

Come October, we should have our own bushel of potatoes. Then we'll see who sprouted what, won't we?