Introducing wheel barrel number 3.

So far, our potato harvest has far surpassed our expectations.  We have gone from counting them singularly, to counting buckets full, to counting crates full, to counting wheel barrels full.  This is our third and I don’t know exactly where we are going to stock all the potatoes, but Christophe is absolutely thrilled.  Thank goodness he harvested the rest of the potatoes when he did because yesterday we had quite a surprise in the garden.  A boar had dug its way through our patch and unearthed potatoes were left scattered on the ground like confetti after a party.  Luckily, it stopped within feet of the saffron because I might have had a culinary heart attack if it had been touched.  Christophe and I were left picking up the potato wreckage in the small, decimated field.  The boar’s handy work made harvesting those still in the ground difficult because we could not see where previous harvesting had stopped since its burrowing had uprooted all the plants.  However, after close inspection, we noticed it didn’t attack the potatoes.  They were just unearthed and left on the ground.  This is strange because a boar can destroy a potato field within minutes.  The boar was looking for worms, which it thankfully found more enticing than our tubers.  This hasn’t stopped our worrying though.  Last night, we took a tour of the garden before going to bed.  Our flashlight revealed a visitor had been present and a few stones were hurled into the woods below followed by loud shouting for good measure.  Looks like this is going to be daily ritual until late autumn when the garden is finished for the year.