So, yesterday I was making some soup and remembered I had potatoes from the garden stored in the pumphouse and went out there to bring in a few.
Turns out somebody told them it was Spring, and even in the dark, they decided to start sprouting in preparation. I was so disappointed that I couldn't eat them... [they were going soft too], but I was amazed at some of the sprouts.
I decided to bring in a few and take pictures of the truly bizarre looking sprouts.
They look very 'creature like', though what KIND of creature, I cannot say.
Yeah, me too.... whoah....
One more....
These are red potatoes. Just think, somewhere in that complex structure are the coded beginnings of not only leaves, but the proto potatoes too. It boggles the mind.
I can't plant them because it is still way too soggy in my garden, and believe it or not, it's supposed to snow in a couple of days.
Alas, they will have to be content to be the illustrations of the day on Dear Diary.
(They are freaking me out. I don't want to be on the same page with them.)
Well, you could have just kept your punctuation to yourself.
(Oh... I forgot. Can you just push the backspace button a few times for me, there's a dear.)
Nope. You have sealed your own fate.
(Rats.)
No, Potatoes.
(Literalist.)
