How many are lucky enough to start their morning with a bowl of freshly picked cherries? What a great way to start the day.

Do flowers have emotions? Do plants express their personality through their blossoms? Who knows? These potato flowers shout out, “I’m here! I have no fear! I’m here! I have no fear! Pollinate me!” They stand up as tall as they can, up on their tippy toes, reaching as high as possible for the blue sky. What bee could possibly resist such tempting blossoms?

The next time you enjoy a potato, close your eyes and imagine how proud it was when it bloomed, waving its flowers high above its lush leaves.

This was a pleasant morning surprise. I was out in the woods working on fencing when I came face to face with vine maple samara. They look ready to flap their wings and take off. Another surprise is all the magentaspreen which seeded last fall and is growing nicely. The purple tinged leaves look stunning in a salad. I’ll be selling bunches of magentaspreen at Bow Little Market July 2.

Fresh out of the garden for lunch today, purple potatoes, ruby streaks, and chard. New potatoes shout summer. Instead of digging up the potato plants, you can carefully dig under the potato plants, feel for new potatoes, and pull them out. The potato plant is free to keep developing more potatoes.

Few things are as magical as standing in a potato field when the first rays of the sun clear the trees. How do these plants take sunlight, mix it with nutrients in the ground, and make potatoes? It’s like magic. And they do it while looking beautiful to boot. It’s surprising that city parks don’t have huge beds of potatoes. Lining paths and walkways with potatoes would go a long way to relieving the stresses of living in the city. Imagine walking to work and being able to stroll through rows of waist high potatoes the whole way. You’d arrive at work refreshed and with a good attitude. You can’t walk through a potato field and stay sad. It’s just not possible.