After threatening to go out and work in the yard for months but never actually doing it, I managed to put in a couple hours this weekend.
I cut back all kinds of dead stalks. I raked up a bunch of stuff on the garden plot that wasn’t going to compost and look what rolled out.
A potato.
It’s like they’re just messing with me.
I hope that long after I’m gone that patch of land is known for bubbling up with potatoes from nowhere.
