Yesterday afternoon I was out wandering the garden. I rummage around under the potato plants pretty often to see what I can find and so far, I’ve found nothing. But yesterday . . I looked down and right there on top of the ground, about halfway buried, was this potato.
Potato & Squash
We know where the squash came from but the potato . . where on earth did it come from?
When I’m planting potatoes, I cut them into quarters, or less, depending on where the eyes are. This potato was not attached to a vine. No potato plants had washed away. There are no visible teeth or claw or beak marks on it.
It isn’t one that was left from last year . . it’s nice and fresh.
It was partially submerged and it was dirty. For the life of me, I cannot figure out where that potato came from.
Isn’t that the weirdest thing?
Happy Room Diana says
spooky!
Vicky says
It probably came from that mysterious place where all the socks disappear to in the dryer.
Rebecca in SoCal says
You’re such a good gardener, produce just leaps out at you!
Bon says
The potato gremlin is on the loose.