The two items in this title are not related, but they were the themes of Isaac's day. With frigid temperatures in the forecast for the first time this fall, Isaac and I spent all of Jonah's naptime harvesting potatoes. I wish I had pictures of that cold, bright afternoon digging in the dirt with my little man. As I drove my shovel deep into the potato patch, using it like a lever to dislodge a huge chunk of earth and turn it over, Isaac was on the other side of the raised bed with his little spade, digging equally hard. I covered each section first, collecting piles of burgundy and purple potatoes that we stuffed in Isaac's pockets and in the front of his shirt. He ran inside with his shirt wrapped around each load and left them all carefully on the kitchen counter. As I finished a section, he checked my work and continued to find potatoes I'd missed. If you've never dug up potatoes before, it's like digging for treasure, and the joy of spotting a potato and pulling it triumphantly out of the dirt is magical to a child. And to me too!
It took a few hours, but between the two of us, I don't think we left a single potato in that patch. By the time Sadie arrived for Isaac's playdate after nap, we had a beautiful, dusty collection of heirloom potatoes.
Isaac and Sadie played upstairs, downstairs, on the computer, and then stopped to eat some apples. They are such good friends and don't need much supervision anymore, as long as they don't get into trouble.
Here are our potatoes. After Sadie left, we roasted some to go with dinner.
Once washed and cut, they looked like this:
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