Yesterday was the day that I could no longer contain my impatience and finally dug up my sweet potato plants. The temperature had already gotten dangerously close to freezing one night in September, and since tuber growth apparently slows down significantly below 15 degrees, I figured there was no point in delaying further. The two rows I planted (about 25 plants in total) had been in the ground for well over 4 months, which should be more than sufficient time for the roots to size up to positively monumental proportions. Indeed I would be lying if I said I was expecting anything else. As I made my way to the allotment for the first time in over a month, I was picturing the mountains of sweet potatoes that I would be excavating. Tubers the size of melons there would be!
|Cleaned out pretty thoroughly...|
|Not exactly a melon, but close enough!|
|This is the full extent of undamaged tubers. I also scavenged some half-eaten ones.|
|23 genetically distinct opportunities for next year's attempt!|