There comes a time in every seed potato’s life when it must leave the relative comfort of the garden shed and make its own way out in the big bad world of the garden proper. For my motley collection of seed potatoes, acquired both at home and abroad, that time had finally arrived.
Out they came, still nestled in their little egg-carton homes but all set to trade up to bigger units, ones which could accommodate their soon-to-be growing families.
Make no mistake, though, things aren’t going to be easy for them out there.
And I’m not just talking about the myriad threats posed by everything from slimy slugs to Blue 13 blight. No, this year, these little guys face the prospect of a possible eviction and there’s nothing filed in gardening books under the letter E or otherwise which can tell you what to do about that.
I should explain.
It seems that I may be moving house – which really means moving garden – before most of these guys are fully mature. While I plan on farming some of my seed potatoes out to my sister’s garden, I badly wanted to keep some growing here, so this year, and for the first time, I am planting the seeds in bags. Even though many of the varieties I have may display a more vigorous pattern of growth than is necessarily suited to being thus contained, needs must. So it is that my spud bags are packed and, when time comes to move, my spuds will be coming with me, wherever that may be. It’s safe to say that my great, big, tuberous adventure just got bigger.