Container planting of potatoes underway in the polytunnels at the Organic Centre
March is here and that can mean one thing, and one thing only to a spud: that it’s time, once again, for the Organic Centre’s annual Potato Day. Time to meet my buddy Dave Langford and his rare, old and unusual potatoes, time to top up the ol’ seed potato stocks in advance of planting and, this year, having spent the past three years as a more-than-interested observer at the event, time for me to stand up and speak.
Sacks o' seed potatoes
“Happy Potato Day!” my cohorts chimed as I emerged this morning.
“And a Happy Potato Day to you too,” said I, wondering just how long it would be before Hallmark spotted what was a clear gap in the greeting card market.
Myself and my partners in spuds were all set for the pilgrimage to the 12th annual Potato Day at the Organic Centre in Rossinver, Co. Leitrim. Talk about dedication to the cause – this would, in fact, be my second potato day outing within the space of a week.
Spud police are looking through my tubers
Spud police are talking to my niece
Spud police have got their final orders
Spuddy, drop your fork, it’s Spud police!
…to the tune of Leonard Cohen’s Jazz Police
Actually, the Jazz Police may just arrest me for mangling the words of maestro Leonard Cohen.
And if they don’t get me, the potato police just might.
Exhibit A: (some of) my potato plants