Every year, and at about this time, the little flower heads on my modest backyard crop of potatoes slowly open to the world. It’s a sight that never fails to delight, with different varieties putting forth delicate blossoms of blue or purple or pink or white.
Tag: John Reader
A rather embarrassingly long time ago, Jenn from Bread plus Butter, who puts us all to shame with her prodigious blogging output, was kind enough to say that she thought that this here spudlog was awesome. Wow. That’s a big word for a little blog. I was flattered, naturally, though I couldn’t help but be reminded of what the ever-excellent Eddie Izzard had to say on the subject: