We dug our potatoes this afternoon/evening after I got home from work. All 5 of us went out to grub around in the dirt, some of us more willingly than others. Now is one of those times that I really wish we had a produce scale. We harvested nearly a wagon load of fingerling potatoes. Now to figure out where to lay them out to cure....
Ticket sniffs the Swedish Peanuts
I love our old wagon. V pulled it out of a dumpster when J15 was about 2 years old. It wasn't new but we didn't have a wagon at the time and it has served us well through hauling around 3 children and a host of other duties.
And V had a surprise for me as well:
He hung my pot rack!
You know, sometimes it's the little things that brighten your day.