Can’t Kill a Potato Either
July 27, 2010 § 1 Comment
Mr. E’s been dreaming about a kitchen garden. Perhaps this is the beginning.
Before we left for Finland, we had two potatoes that had already sprouted long hands. We didn’t have time to eat them up (or much inclination, since they were already on the verge of developing intelligence), so we just stuck them in the ground and waved bye-bye. Upon our return, we were astonished to see that they had not only grown lovely stalks, they also had survived the heat wave. Now they’re flowering:
I remember a flowering potato field from my childhood summers. My grandmother grew many of her own vegetables at the family cottage in the country. I can’t remember, however, whether her potatoes bore white or pink flowers. I find this purplish pink quite charming.