Eating Like Kings Tonight

We will eat like kings tonight. While tending to the potato patch, my fingers touched fresh, firm potatoes. I can finally start selling potatoes at the Bow and Mt. Vernon farmers markets this week. This year, I’ll ration them out, picking just enough so that each week I can have fresh ones for sale.

Fresh potatoes and just picked greens, a meal doesn’t get better than that. Sitting at a table with a fragrant bouquet of sweet peas brought by a friend, life doesn’t get much better than this.

Claire realizes that something is up. She’s making a lot of noise this afternoon. Claire has a voice suitable for the opera. I can hear her calls from far away. Her voice would easily carry to the very last seat in the highest balcony.

Morning Dew


The morning dew is heavy on the cattails this morning as I head out to weed the potato patch. Near the potato patch, the chickens are already busy searching for worms, bugs, grubs and field mice to eat along the pasture fence. An hour later they may be on the other side of the farm. It’s amazing how far the chickens travel every hour.


A favorite spot for the chickens during the day is the thick brush in the woods. Can you even see the rooster below? Hint: he’s a white rooster.


A few baby potatoes I uncovered while weeding the potato patch. Three little promises of great things to come soon. Potatoes are best when they are still young with delicate, paper thin skins you can peel just by rubbing them gently with your fingers.