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| Purple potatoes, ready to cook. |
Three years ago, my daughter planted a
section of my garden with purple potatoes. That fall, she harvested a
good crop – but not all of them.
Hidden in the dark soil, a few potatoes
remained. The next spring, they sprouted. That fall, I harvested
more. But not all.
This year the process repeated. Last
weekend, we treated friends to a slow-cooked pot roast garnished with
carrots and purple potatoes.
They came from my favorite kind of
gardening: plant, wait, and harvest. Much like my favorite kind of
writing.
Today I decided to clean my desk. On a
Post-It note I'd scribbled a title for a blog article and two words
identifying the illustration.
That was all I needed. With a few
minutes free, I opened a new document and pounded out the blog. Like
picking a ripe crop.
Next spring, I expect my garden will
show fresh potato sprouts. As for my writing crop, I make sure to always have a supply of Post-Its.
2 comments:
Don't know what I did before Post-Its... oh, yes, I do. Scraps of paper everywhere.
yes, those doggone post its, but I DO love purple potatoes. Sounds like they aren't hard to grow???? I'd love to try next spring, because I love them.
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