At class this week we learned vocabulary for harvesting potatoes from your family’s small garden plot out in the countryside. 🙂

Makes me think of going down the handmade stairs into my grandparent’s root cellar under their barn smelling the carrots and potatoes stored there.

Meanwhile, here in the city, you found carts showing up with the bounty. Folks will bring in a load of freshly harvested potatoes for us city folk to enjoy. Heading out the other night we passed this couple parked at the entrance to our apartment complex.

Our teacher helped harvest her parents potatoes last week and now she and her husband, her parents and brother have their potatoes for the year with enough to share.

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