...I went into the garden on friday to see what I might find to eat. Turns out… quite a lot. I picked chard and pulled a few carrots to thin them out a bit, hoping for larger ones later on, found some crookneck ready to eat, and pinched off some basil, pulled an onion, and then glanced over at the potato patch. I pulled away the mulch and found my shovel. When I dug into the soil and saw what popped out, I actually stopped, walked back up to the house and got the camera because I wanted you to see it too.   In all of gardening, this is my favorite activity. Digging potatoes. They might as well be gold…. I get that excited about it.  :-) Here's what came from two plants...   Oh my, apples of the earth. Here's a couple of pictures of the whole harvest for the day..     I made soup with all of this bounty and invited S. over to help me eat it. A most satisfying meal. Tomorrow, I intend to stick my neck out and do something that  may set me up for an epic fail. But I'm feeling a certain recklessness at the moment. A devil may care attitude that doesn't fit me very well, but I'm willing to wear anyway. Sort of like a fantastic find at a second hand store that you cannot pass up. I may regret my decision, but I'm forging ahead anyway, because it seems right somehow. To do something… mad. (The suspense is killing me…. yawn. What's for lunch by the way?) Leftover garden harvest soup. (Not again!) Shut it. There are plans afoot. We will need our strength. (What a drama queen you are.) I hope you are right. I'm gonna need my royal scepter to pull this one off.