Potato Box

In digging up the vegetable garden today I was so excited to get to the potatoes. I've been waiting all Summer for them. I guess I'll be waiting for a very long time because WTH happened here? That's what I want to know, Mister Potato Box. Mister, I'll produce 100 lbs of potatoes for you in a 4 foot square space. Oh really? Because what I see here is 6. Not 6 lbs of potatoes, SIX POTATOES. I don't know what went wrong. I followed the directions to a tee. We did our research on potato boxes because we didn't have room for rows and what we found in our research was that a whole lotta people were raving about the potato box. So my hunka husband built the box and I got to planting the potatoes. The deal with the box is that you keep filling it up with dirt and when you need potatoes you can either remove the bottom pieces of wood and dig out what you need or wait until fall and take the box apart in which case you will be showered with countless potatoes. Not so. Not in our case anyway.

Okay so I'm sure it was something I did wrong and that's fine with me. Maybe it was the type of potato I used, maybe I over watered. Afterall, that's what this journal is about, learning. But please, to the cheer team that says growing a potato box is oh, sooo easy, it's not. And I am super disappointed. I was really looking forward to our own potatoes. Oh well, that's nature I suppose, you win some, you lose some. Now I just have to figure out what to do with all of that dirt. Oh, and my 6 potatoes. Feast at my house everyone, dinner's on me!