Today we stopped by Kirsten’s house. She and Heidi and Joe live there together.
Kirsten told me Joe has informed her the sweet potatoes are ready. (My dad gave them these plants last spring, I guess.) Joe has a degree in conservation, so anything he tells us about plants, animals, water, weather, bugs, we believe him.
Kirsten and I went to have a look. She dabbed the shovel at the base of the plant and said, “Dig here?” Sure. She turned over a few little shovels full of dirt and we didn’t see anything that looked like sweet potatoes. It was just these dark yellow big root things. Were those the potatoes? That didn't look right.
Kirsten and I went to have a look. She dabbed the shovel at the base of the plant and said, “Dig here?” Sure. She turned over a few little shovels full of dirt and we didn’t see anything that looked like sweet potatoes. It was just these dark yellow big root things. Were those the potatoes? That didn't look right.
Her dad took the shovel and dug it in deeper and turned the plant over. He poked at the clump with the shovel, just more big yellow root things. Nothing looked like a potato of any kind...as he did that—the little plastic tag from the nursery fell out of the chunk—RHUBARB. Whoops. We all started laughing and he flipped it back into the hole and stepped the dirt down around it.
Then we said we should just have left it turned over, roots up and told Joe, “We didn’t see any potatoes…” just to see the look on his face and hear his disgusted snorting.
When Jay came around the corner to the front yard, we teased him, “ Will you flip this plant over for us? We want to look at the roots.” Yah, you people. Forget it.
Happy birthday, Sweetheart. Love, Mom
When Jay came around the corner to the front yard, we teased him, “ Will you flip this plant over for us? We want to look at the roots.” Yah, you people. Forget it.
Happy birthday, Sweetheart. Love, Mom
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