I unearthed a bit of a surprise as I was digging potatoes today. No, not a leprechaun. Not a long-lost historical artifact. Just potatoes. Giant potatoes. As big as Bryce’s head! Big enough to feed the entire family with one potato.
As I was examining and sorting potatoes, I couldn’t help but notice that only a few of my potatoes looked remotely like something you’d buy at the store. I know plants are happy in my garden, but the potatoes are ridiculously happy.