Pick a Pound of Potatoes
But it's been "unseasonably cool" here.
And last night I had a dream about potatoes.
So the boys and I dug into the pot.
And pulled out--
1 pound 15.35 ounces of taters.
Most are teeny weenie.
Ah well. No worries.
I think next year I'll plant them in a garbage can since there's more room here than at Squirrel Gables!
In the meantime we'll enjoy some mashed baby taters!
Labels: Pot Garden