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.
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?