So yesterday after, finding all those onions hiding in the raspberry patch, I started to wonder what else I may have missed. And that’s when it hit me.
Potatoes. I need to go back and see if I missed any potatoes. After all, the day I harvested the fall potatoes it was raining, and I was hurried. So I went back through the dirt with a small hand tool this time {instead of a shovel}, and after 30 minutes of searching, guess what I found?
4 pounds 12 ounces of gleaned goodness baby! Wahooooo!
Keep your fingers crossed, because I seriously want to rip up all that kale as soon as possible!
~Mavis
If you don’t mind French subtitles, you should get your hands on a copy of the Documentary The Gleaners and I.*
Traditionally, as in the archetypal Millet painting, gleaners were women who gathered the remains of the harvest; their modern counterparts are mostly scavengers, searching in dumpsters and other likely places.
The French, of course, give the practice a wonderfully perverse twist-many gleaners do so by choice, disdainful of wastefulness and rampant consumerism. Varda’s photographic eye is much in evidence, and her narration is both shrewd and whimsical. ~ Amazon.com
*Direct link to product on Amazon.com
ShirleyK says
I want to know whether you watched the movie. Would I really really like it?
Julie2 says
I’m so happy for you and your found treasure. Go Mavis GOoooo!