Also last week, we decided it was high time to do some garden maintenance. It was a tough summer on the garden. First, we had rollie pollie bugs that mowed down every thing I planted. Then, as the tomatoes grew, I realized that somewhere along the line, we mixed up the romas and the yellow pear salad type tomatoes. That meant I had 6 yellow pear tomato plants in the garden instead of 6 romas. There went my ideas of freezing a bunch of spaghetti sauce. Then those giant yellow pear plants grew like crazy and smothered the peppers while we were on a trip out of town. Add in the fact that it has only rained 0.37 inch the month of August, and you have one unhappy plot of plants no matter how you slice it.
One of the things that did grow well (besides the pole beans that crept up the old bunk bed ladder) was the potato. We set out to dig them up.
As Jim turned over the soil, Annalise would point out a newly unearthed spud.
This was the largest, most oddly shaped one of the whole bunch. All that and the kids still won't eat mashed potatoes.
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