Probably there is no such person in Russia who would not love potatoes. Pureshchka, yes with a cake, with a tasty gravy Uuuum love of the whole childhood. And roasted, on a squashing pan, yes with mushrooms? And just boiled with a dill and parsley?
True, there is one small problem — the potato does not respond to me. And her dislike began to me also since childhood. And specifically from the 8th grade, when my mother and I decided to plant potatoes on the rented garden. As usual, bought all the money good seeds and buried them into the ground. All summer was dyed, watered, fertilized, guarded. On the weekend came with shovels, and they dug out!
Voraies, naturally, did not find.
In the second year, our tantalums flour repeatedly. Landing, dipping, watering. Especially watering! The year was very dry, and there were no water in the garden in the garden. And I, like a young Schwarzenegger, took two buckets and forward to the spar. 1.2 km there, as much from there. And so 20-25 times in a row. By the autumn, my hands and legs had such a awesome look that even 11 graders were afraid to communicate with me. Only potatoes we did not see again. As later it turned out, she was collected not thieves, but … «Good neighbors».
The third time the potato rejected my love 😂, when we just decided to build a house. Does not tolerate the Russian shower of emptiness! So that the field is not empty, my second half with my active aid planted 6 acres with some kind of super-duper by a yield variety of potatoes. The crop pea was awesome! Rare potato exceeded 3 cm.
As they say, God loves the Trinity! I realized that I was not given the fourth time, so I prefer to buy potatoes in places not so remote.
In stores at home! 😎 And what did you think?
Many already know that this year we bought a house in the ancient Ural village of Kaga. Regarding the house, everything is clear — I climbed it from above to bottom. But about the site … well, they went to the garden, they loved to the mountain, on the square, on the beautiful species and went back to the house. Understanding what 25 acres of land came to us only after a couple of weeks.
It came to us that with such a busty land you need to do something, at least at first.
I got acquainted with the neighbors, we stand, look, we review our possessions and then my half timidly says that:
-Nuhuu, come on. I will bring shovels, the children will arrive, the crowd will put this airfield.
And then our neighbor, who herself lived for 12 years, says:
Nobody does not dig a potato to shovel.
Yes, everything is very simple! Look what you have left the owners on the wall of the barn. There should be a robberry. Carry all three pieces, show.
We went and found!
And we showed a master class!
It turns out that once a long time ago, when the trees were big, one giant river flowed across the valley. The water level was several tens of meters.
The whole Valley of the White River is now a bottom of a huge river. Accordingly, the whole earth is a mixture of sand, oily black sooth and river deposits. She is light, like fluff — the shovel in it is almost effortless.
Therefore, the locals do not dig potatoes. Instead of the shovel, use the special mini-robberies of three species. First, the place of planting of potatoes in large rakes. Such tubers go to food. Then medium rakes choose tubers who go to the feed cattle. Well, the whole «peas», which goes on seeds and other needs, is sulfted from the ground with very little «grabrellas».
All rake Local men-craftsmen make their own hands from thick rolling wire. Who does not have the opportunity to make with their own hands, order more armor neighbors. Shopping tools at rustic not in great honor — for a long time they do not «hurt» — all one disposable.
So we have all three «wire aggregates» for 1 human strength there are, thanks for the same hostess at home! Well, if that, according to the sample of old it, I weld yourself.
So the takeoff strip on 25 acres in the spring of 2021 is already waiting for us. I wonder how my novel will be with senior potatoes in the fourth time?