No such thing as too many potatoes

April “comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers” the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay famously wrote.

But the poet left out a few things. On our farm, April strews not only flowers, but also seed potatoes.

Yes, April is when our landscape finally becomes green again after a too-long winter (and at my age, they are all too long). Crocuses arrive firs…