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: potato flowers
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…
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