It was a nice evening. Sweet Husband and Best Man Friend were out doing some car work, and I wanted something to do outside as well. The vines had almost completely died back, so I decided it was time to dig up my potatoes.
After a long week at work, running my hands through the crumbley, warm, black dirt looking for potatoes was very soothing. There were 23 (counting the one I had for lunch the other day). Some are a little small still, but, as Best Man Friend said, they are going to be some very good eats.