I hope today finds you in air-conditioned comfort. I was all set to write a treatise on the metaphysics of growing squash, but as usual, we've run short on time. Next week, prepare to become illuminated to the mystical properties of cucumbers.
Today is a big day on the farm- Potato harvest day. We are preparing to ascend the hill to one of our larger fields to do battle with anywhere from 3000 to 5000 pounds of potatoes. Up until this point, we've been harvesting 100 pounds at a time using bent backs and pitchforks. Today, we break out the artillery: our hydraulic-driven potato digger that we share with another farmer down the road.
There is a special kind of pain that comes from harvesting thousands of potatoes by hand in June. By the end of the day, you are crawling on your hands and knees, dirt covering crevices you didn't know about before as you are broiled in the convection oven that is created by the evaporating freshly turned soil.
The potato digger eases the pain to a large degree, by lifting the spuds from under the ground, but we are responsible getting them from ground to box and then on a truck and out of the field, and it's still June in Georgia. It's amazing how the act of bending over and putting something in a box can add up to a vast usage of time when multiplied enough. The math equation I think is: Too many potatoes times unrelenting furnace heat divided by not enough hours in the day plus weeds taken to the power of infinity equals potato harvest. You'll have to check my math on that one.
We have extra hands on deck. We are gloved, sun screened, and have donned all matter of goofy sunhats. We are ready to sweat. With any luck, we'll be done in time to watch Mexico beat Brasil at 3:00 today (ok maybe not, but one can hope). It's time to go full potato. I hope you all have a tubular week.
This Spud's For You,