My father always had a large garden and I remember that he used to go out and lift the potato plants up a little and pull out the new potatoes and then put the plant back and let it grow some more. As a child I didn’t really appreciate his garden but it spoiled me. He would stagger his planting of corn so he had corn from the very earliest it ripened until the first frost. We had it every day! He would wait to pick the corn until Mom had the water boiling. He gardened until he had to go live in assisted living for dementia. In the later years most of his crop he donated to the local food bank. Jean outside of Seattle, WA
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