Post by annon99 on Mar 29, 2018 8:34:49 GMT 1
Ha! The Beast from the East notwithstanding, that icy blow from elsewhere at this time of year, coupled with the deluge of rain, such as would leave the faint-hearted to hug their telly and cling to the warmth of their hearth, has not stopped me, ducking and diving around the weather as we all do at this time of year, from getting my seed potatoes into the ground. Now.
Why bother growing potatoes at all? They're always cheap and plentiful in the shops. For me, they are a symbol of something greater than me, and which I never want to take for granted...
The humble potato is humbling.