Can you find me? I’m the leaf set that looks like a tomato.
Confession time: I am the worst potato harvester around.
Granted, when I harvested these beds last fall, I did have some help. Distracting help as it happens, too, as the child was doing her best to help too. But honestly. These are clean beds, easily worked: unlike the outside gardens, the soil in the greenhouse is light and fluffy. There should be no difficulty at all in finding absolutely every recalcitrant spud in the ground. Yet, about two months ago, I found a sprout. Then another. And then another.
It got quite ridiculous when a sprout showed up a the path between the beds.
The path! Like one’s kitchen counters, or desk, both the paths and the beds in the greenhouse are entirely familiar to me. How in the world could I have missed a potato in the path? But I did.
So, sap that I am, I will allow them to continue to grow. I’ll have a harvest around my birthday in early July.