|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.