Small little seed, all googly sprouty- eyed and young.
Planted in soil mid spring.
Green pokes through ground while the magic below
multiplies...
Battles are fought with beetles and blight.
One pound planted becomes five pounds harvested
Then stored in buckets under my sink.
Thus lowly spud become manna of life for the short sunshine days that follow.
Alas all good things come to and end....the last spud mashed...just weeks before
small little seed, all googly sprouty-eyed and young is sown.
3 comments:
I love potatoes! Manna, indeed!
Now if only my local stores would get some of those seed potatoes in stock, I could plant and start that cycle.
Very, very well written. I am smitten with that type of prose.
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