Is this the weirdest looking potato? I wish we’d unearthed it in time for the village horticultural show. We’d definitely have won the best vegetable monster prize with it. We’ve had a great crop from our rubble sacks. I love searching for the potatoes in amongst the dark earth with Little Owl. She just can’t understand where they are all coming from. “More!” she shouts, rubbing her hands with glee.
The weather has been windy but warm and bright. Although one of the cattlemen warned me not to get too used to it. “This is back end weather,” he muttered, shaking his head. The thistles have been releasing their seeds in vast wafts. Little Owl thinks they are fairies and I find collections of them just inside the front door where she has ‘rescued’ them from the garden.
