Potato Potato Potato

As always happens when I harvest potatoes, I think of this song.

This was all yesterday. I knew the piece of equipment that I needed to dig the potatoes but it had a bar mounted instead of the sweep it should have been so I texted dad about it. He was off helping set concrete so slow to get back to me. While I was waiting, I ran down to my field, picked up all the stuff, fencing, flags, plastic and set it off to the side. By then, dad texted me where the sweep was so I could get that all set.



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