Yesterday morning I went out after breakfast and dug some potatoes. We never planted any potatoes this past Spring, but we had potatoes growing from last year; so I endeavored to care for them, maybe a little too late; but I started to do so anyway.
I may have gotten 10 pounds of small to smaller ones. Even among a few people I know who planted potatoes they have reported harvesting small potatoes.
After I dug the potatoes, I went and borrowed a pickup truck, and a chainsaw to cut a limb off a gate which goes into our family cemetery. A week or so ago we had a strong wind come along and a limb broke off crushing one of the two metal gates, and resting on top of them both. I cut the limb into wood chunks, and threw the brush from the limb over the hill side. It looks much better now.
In the afternoon I replaced a missing shingle on our house, which was due to wind damage some time ago. That’s done now.
I am thankful for the Fruit of the Ground which the GOD of all creation has provided, and the labor that goes with it; especially the strength to do it, along the banks of Flat Creek.