Digging potatoes

I dug potatoes with my daughter today.  Our hands clawing at the earth, fingers probing the dirt - it was like digging for treasure.  In addition to our haul of four bags of red potatoes, we discovered a few grasshoppers, some crickets, several lady bugs, assorted beetles, numerous potato bugs, a tiny fuzzy spider and one toad (which peed in my hand).  The sun was on our necks and the dirt and weeds made us itch, but we were too preoccupied with the joy of searching for our bounty as a team of equals.  As we walked back between the rows with our heavy sacks, our faces were looking down, but our hearts perched happily upon satisfied shoulders.  My daughter's bright green boots dragged through the dirt as she cheerily noted how we'd have potatoes to eat whenever we wanted.  We were sweaty, dusty, and fully content.  You'll never experience a better afternoon than that.

Potato Dig at KYV Farm