The story of the tattie

Once there wis a tattie
Once there wis a tattie
I pit it in the grun (I put it in the ground) 
An fan I wint tae look at it (And when I went to look at it)
A wee bit shoot I foun (A little shoot I found)
The shoot it grew an grew an grew 
An syne became a plant (And then became a plant)
Weel syne I heft't ma tatties (Well then I dug up my potatoes)
An hiv as much as I want! (And I eat as much as I want)

Tattie in a bag

Back in April we grew a tattie in a bag, see here to read more; and in July I lifted that tattie to see what fruit it had grown 🙂

Here’s what I found:

A tattie in water

Inside ma house I thought I would try an experiment.

I took a tattie with eyes, took all of them off, except one. I made a hole in a yogurt pot lid and placed the tattie on it, over a plastic cup filled 3/4 with water. The eye facing down towards the water, but not in it.

And I watched:

I have now added a wee bit fertiliser – this poor tattie has only had water up till now! It did not grow much more!