Right now, you’re probably asking yourself two questions: “There’s a Potato Festival?” and “Who are these visitors and why are they unwanted?” (Okay, that’s three questions.)
First of all, Potato Fest was to be a celebratory event this Fall where Readers from far and wide put on their gardening gloves and meet up at GH to dig potatoes and then enjoy roasting them over an open fire. Good fun and fellowship ensue (Potato Sack Races, Games of Hot Potato, Best Potato Skins Cooking Contest).
(Note to my sister Paula: Cancel my bulk orders of Butter and Sour Cream. Also, send telegram to cousins in Boise and in Dublin to cancel their trip!).
Secondly, these unwanted visitors are none other than the dreaded Colorado Potato Beetle (see ghastly photo!). Or, as my father ever-so-succinctly indentified them, “‘Tater Bugs.”
(Note to the Chamber of Commerce and Tourism Cooperative: I don’t want anymore of these visitors. Make them go away!)
Sure, I only planted about a dozen or so potatoes (Red Pontiac, Idaho), but hey, it’s the 1st Annual, so I thought I’d start small. Also, these were extra seed potatoes leftover from planting the House Garden.
Now, with the invasion of these pests, I’m left with the inevitable Hamlet-esque conundrum: “To spray or not to spray, that is the question!”
Rest assured, the previously unannounced Zinnia-Fest and Sunflower-palooza are still penciled-in on the calendar, though. I will keep you posted. Now, I need to decide what to do with a thousand t-shirts that read: Potato Fest 2013, The Eyes Have It!
More later from Groundhog Hill.
(Contact Steve at GroundhoghillKY@aol.com or check out his blog at groundhoghill.wordpress.com to see more photos of the garden.)