A couple of weeks ago I was out admiring the rows of potatoes (and ignoring the weeds).
Until the 1700′s potatoes were grown for their flowers, not for eating, and considered botanical exotics.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but a bunch of Colorado potato beetles munching their way down the row. Since then I’ve paid Olivia one dollar a week to go out 3 or 4 afternoons a week and look for beetles, picking any she finds into a bowl of hot soapy water. It seems to have taken care of the pests. None have been sighted in the last week, but we’re remaining vigilant.