*** If I make sure next year’s potato bed is really well prepped and he later digs up buckets and buckets of potatoes, that might give him an appreciation of it.***
I had a funny dream last night. In it I was doing yard cleanup, and found a stack of wooden crates that I had set out in an area near my potting bench, where I do the work of my containers before moving them to their various positions around my house. I was taking a closer look at the crates, and forgot that I had tossed in some scraps of baby potatoes in the springtime. There was layer after layer of potatoes growing inside those crates, with sprouts everywhere and I hadn’t tended them at all! So many potatoes and where did they all come from? They had magically multiplied in those crates. It was like finding a gold mine.
The funny part of this is that nothing else in my dream was about gardening or yard work. This was just something I randomly stumbled in to doing in my dream. I remember there was an odd house with an unusual layout in it. Lots of doors and passageways and easy to get lost in. Dreams are weird. At least, my dreams are weird.
“I remember there was an odd house with an unusual layout in it. Lots of doors and passageways and easy to get lost in.”
Those are my FAVORITE dreams! I watch WAY too many home improvement shows - and have participated in WAY too many REAL improvements on this 1900 farmhouse. :)
Now that I think about it, I have NEVER lived in a ‘new’ house. Ever. But, all of my ‘stuff’ is antiques and/or second hand, so that’s obviously where my ‘taste’ (or lack thereof) lies! ;)
I rarely grow potatoes. They are cheaper than cheap in WI. We grow second only to Idaho.
And my LOVELY neighbor informed me to stop buying potatoes. He has TONS to share and Beau is helping him sort cattle tomorrow, so he should be coming home with a sack full. :)