Never done it before. Dudes were snuggled down deep. I was so wishing I had my camera because a mound of just-dug-taters in a basket are so so pretty. My dirty hands weren't pretty but they were happy and I would have gladly "self-timer'd" the situation to bring you there, to share my enthusiasm. That's the other thing, if you ever get the chance to dig taters, do it with a friend. I didn't have anybody to say "Uh! Look what I just found!!" to, and true to form, I didn't let that stop me tonight. Birds probably thought I was talking to them.
So as I was leaving tonight, Gracie gave me two fist sized golden potatoes to bring home. Eeeeeee! Guess what's for dinner at the B-ford's tonight?
Enjoy your evening Lovelies~
3 comments:
Mashed, roasted, grilled, fried...oh so many choices! I can SO picture you diggin those up!
Love you sister!
I wonder how Grandpa Lewis would react to your poetic description of digging up potatoes!
Funny!! :-)
Many spuds were resurrected from Friendly Village ground when we were growin' up...among many other earth dwellers. The dirt is God's root cellar and getting dirty is what we were meant to do!
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