Last night the temperature dropped below freezing and we had our first frost of the season. When I awoke this morning I thought about the white sweet potatoes I planted in June. I knew it must be close to time to harvest them — if there were any there. Due to the very dry summer and the fact that I was so late in planting them, I was uncertain what I might find.
I connected with the Deva of the Garden and asked if it was time to harvest the sweet potatoes. I got a strong “yes” response. When I checked the beds I could see that some of the leaves were browned from this morning’s frost (above photo). So I pulled up the plants and this is what I harvested:
Yep, that’s it. The total of all those slips I had planted and all the leaves which had grown during the summer fit within one hand. Quite disappointing. I also noticed that of the few sweet potatoes which had gotten some size to them, most looked like they had been eaten. I guess the numerous voles (who have tunnels all throughout the vegetable garden beds), enjoyed them.
Ah well . . . I wanted to share this “failure” with you just to illustrate that even a garden co-created with nature is not always full of luscious productive plants. After curing these few sweet potatoes, I will cook and enjoy them.
As most gardeners I know will say in response to situations like this, “There’s always next year!”