I lifted my main crop of pink fir apple potatoes yesterday - the last day of summer - and a mighty fine crop of knobbled, freak-show tatties did I muster.
All vegetable harvesting has that "mixing memory and desire", cycle of life thang going on, and of all vegetable gardening jobs, getting your fork under a bulging tuber of potatoes, and getting your hands into the enriched loamy earth to mine the little lost nuggets is by far the most life-affirming...
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