THE POTATO TOWER EXPERIMENT: THE RESULTS
Last weekend I attacked those towers to get a feel for how successful this experiment was.
I'm not going to keep you in suspense: it was basically a failure. (But since pictures of failures are horrible to lead with in a blog, I offer you this photo of some of the potatoes I did grow looking pretty.)
Honestly, I knew that it wasn't going well a long time ago. The towers never were covered in foliage like they should have been. And while a few nice shoots grew for a time, the plague of slugs (plague may be dramatic but after speaking with other gardeners, I'm convinced that the mass quantities of slugs were a common problem in our area) defoliated most of what was there. By late summer there were only a few sad leaves still hanging out of the towers.
Before I get to the depressing results, let's just take a look at the towers when they were fresh and new and full of hope.
When it came time to harvest my potatoes, I pulled out the metal stake that was supporting them and then knocked the first one over onto a tarp. And what I had was a big old mess because then I had to move all that soil and straw to the compost bin, and there was a lot of it. I got a little smarter with the second one and actually dug out the soil from the top with my hands as far as I could and then leveraged the wheelbarrow under it to catch most of the rest.
It wasn't easy to find the potatoes. Since my harvest was small in quantity and size, I was feeling through each bit of dirt for little potatoes that might be hiding in there.
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| One of the biggest earthworms I've ever seen peeking out from the great soil in the towers. |
After I cleaned up the potatoes, it was the moment of truth. After I added up all the costs that went into making the towers and figuring an average cost of $2.50 per pound for organic potatoes purchased at the store, I calculated that I would have needed to produce 22 pounds of potatoes to break even.
And this is all the potatoes I harvested.

Don't get excited. The scale (an antique from Mr. Much More Patient's grandmother, I think) might say 6.25 pounds but that's before you subtract the 3-pound bowl.
For the math challenged, that means that I grew 3.25 pounds of potatoes. From 3 pounds of seed potatoes.
I'm not ready to say that potato towers don't work. There were a lot of factors that contributed to my lack of success. But the fact is, other than not taking up precious space in the garden, they don't have a lot of advantages. They were difficult to water, requiring me to spray the entire thing thoroughly. I think a PVC pipe with holes drilled in to stuck down the middle would help with watering the bottom layers, though. And they were a huge pain to harvest because cleaning up all of that soil wasn't easy.
It's not a total loss. First of all, I learned a little something, even if it was about what doesn't work. And I have a whole bowl of really pretty potatoes waiting for me to make something yummy with.
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