Still Digging Potatoes

A long, sleek heron flew overhead late this afternoon. 

 

Matt was the first to notice it.  I, without camera, just stood still and adored the flight.  As it came directly over our heads, fairly low besides, this heron circled us before flying on; a greeting, perhaps. I enjoyed every wing movement, the rest of the body and stretched out legs maintained an unwavering line.

 

What a fabulous early winter moment….

 

 

Earlier, Glenn and Matt were in the garden digging the last of the potatoes.  Yes, in the garden; and, yes, digging potato.  A task I can finally cross off the ‘to do’ list…better late than never!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had been eating potatoes freshly dug from the garden, since August, as needed; but now, with approaching snow and freezing rain in the forecast, today might just have been the last chance to dig. 

 

These potatoes are not as pretty as the early potatoes, but I am sure they are just as tasty…nothing like growing your own food; and, eventually, eating it- DELICIOUS!

Sam, our resident mockingbird, surpervised the afternoon chores.