Tweenage Mutant Ninja Sweet Potatoes.
I went out into the side yard late this afternoon and surveyed the wreckage.
The plot of ground that used to house my garden for the last few years. I decided to downside my farming efforts this fall and planted grass seed here.
You can tell how much of the stuff came up.
I could draw all kinds of metaphors to my mood such as dry as the hard Georgia clay. Tired as the last shriveled pecan to drop. Bitter as the roots of all the weeds that had gone before and refused to die.
But I’m too dry, tired and bitter.
Ha.
No, I’m not that down but I’m a little discouraged with my luck of seed growth — so what do I do when I feel all is lost in my garden?
I find one of these.
And one of these.
And do this.
Lookie, lookie what I found.
A Chambered Nautilus.
No silly, a humongous sweet potato.
I dug around a little more and pulled these from the same hole.
No. We won’t go hungry this winter. Neither will we be deficient in Beta Carotene and Vitamin C.
We might turn a bit orange, but we will survive.
Even if I can’t get a grass seed to grow, I can grow the heck out of a sweet potato.
What do you have luck growing — in spite of yourself?
