I wouldn’t plant potatoes on purpose because Jim is allergic to them. But one small hill that showed up all on its own can’t hurt, right? Just one taste is all I ask.
So, many thanks to this willing volunteer now in bloom. New potatoes can’t be far behind, and then I will give this space to its legitimate tenant. I hope the Carnival (Festival) squash I saved seeds from wasn’t a hybrid. Time will tell.
There is nothing like the taste of new potatoes freshly dug from the garden , yummm. 🙂