I harvested the spuds last week - shamefully small but delicious; small because I haven't been watering. I'll know again.
In one of the potato bags I was using, I came across a couple of irises, at least I think they were iris roots - the kind that look like knobbly fingers with hairs growing on the bottom - and some scorzonera I'd forgotten I'd planted.
I hastily replanted them - the putative irises in a pot, the scorzonera in a raised bed made from pallet collars as the Scandinavians do it.
The garden is slowly being reclaimed from some years of neglect, but, heavens, it's a big job!