I absolutely must thank the considerate people who graciously dug my potatoes, without even asking me!
Since I have serious arthritis, this would have been a difficult chore for me but you must have known that. And since you chose not to share these potatoes with me, it also saved me from peeling, cooking and even feeding my children. I guess your need is greater than mine or my children; so thanks for knowing that too.
Thank you for letting me dig the garden, plant and weed all summer while you waited like a circling vulture for the potatoes to mature. You must be an admired friend and able to feed all with a huge pot of potatoes.
While eating, if you feel a large lump stuck in your throat that just wont dislodge, I sincerely hope it may be a potato.
You wouldn’t happen to be related to the thief that removed the chained-down stuffed Emu from my yard…or would you?