Mayan Gold potato flowers,
preparing to burst upon my backyard scene
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.
So, the other week, Greg enquired as to how my tater babies were doing and the answer, sir, is that my babies are coming of age…
The blossomy heralds of potatoes to come