I went out to the garden today to dig my potatoes.
It was a bit of a pitiful job really.
This was last year's harvest...
This, with the exception of a half bowl full that I dug earlier in the summer, is the extent of my potatoes this year:
They are nice, healthy ones to be sure. No disease or rot, but a sad lot all in all.
I won't have any to store for winter in the pump house. These will be eaten in the next week or two I imagine.
But they are pretty. So I took several pictures to soothe my crumpled feelings...
Perhaps next year, we will do better.
There is a verse in Psalms 67... "The earth will then have yielded its produce, may God our own God bless us."
I have thought about this verse many a time this summer.
It has now become my personal prayer.
Amen.
This, with the exception of a half bowl full that I dug earlier in the summer, is the extent of my potatoes this year:
They are nice, healthy ones to be sure. No disease or rot, but a sad lot all in all.
I won't have any to store for winter in the pump house. These will be eaten in the next week or two I imagine.
But they are pretty. So I took several pictures to soothe my crumpled feelings...
Perhaps next year, we will do better.
There is a verse in Psalms 67... "The earth will then have yielded its produce, may God our own God bless us."
I have thought about this verse many a time this summer.
It has now become my personal prayer.
Amen.