The other day I decided to look for more potatoes. The good news is, there was more than one cereal bowl of fingerlings to be found. The bad news is, something (mice?) got to half of them. And the ones I did rescue are teeny tiny things, enough to fill - yep - one cereal bowl.
I just reread the how-to-plant-potatoes section in Lasagna Gardening, to see if there was anything I could have done better or different. Nope. The potatoes were supposed to not only grow and thrive 'tween newspapers and mulch, they were supposed to break up the soil as well. NOT. Maybe if one has something other than cement-like clay.
Oh, well. It was an experiment. And at least there are now three beds that were mulched so heavily that they are weed-free, unlike the rest of the garden. And I can reuse the straw elsewhere. And I can plan to do things different next year.
There is one more bed to harvest, but I"m not getting my hopes up. In this case, I don't think third time's the charm.
(Okay, you grammarians out there, is it "do things different" or "do things differently"? Am I DOING differently or are we talking about different THINGS? Inquiring minds want to know.)