potayto potahto

Tonight I went out into the back hall, our cold storage area, and filled a basket with potatoes from this past summer’s garden.

We revel in the pleasure of eating food we’ve grown as we pull things from the back hall or the freezer. We feel connected to the earth knowing we are eating all that loving labor (much of the labor done by my parents, I’ll freely admit). I wish everyone could feel that way.

In 2004, I got a bumper sticker you’ve surely seen in many cars, “Eat More Kale.” I always thought the bumper sticker implies more people should grow and eat their own food, too.

Hands in the soil, feeling the rhythms of nature, tasting fresh produce, the list of benefits of growing our own food is endless.

putting beds to bed

Don’t tell my Dad (he reads my posts, hi, Dad!), because he loves digging the garden and surely has some kind of system, but I did a little digging today.




…and after!

The fluffy stuff on the right is the asparagus I’ve written about before. Next year we get to harvest and eat it!!