Did Grandma know the
Bodega Red Potato?
I wish I could ask.
Haiku Friday
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Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
Did Grandma know the
Bodega Red Potato?
I wish I could ask.
5 More kale.:
smiles
Kel - Smiles around the world.
Wow, Katrina, I got a little chill when I read the part about the neighbor anonymously bringing forth the little marble sized potatoes!
Colleen
Beautiful photo!
Colleen- I loved that part too. And then my Mom told me my great grandparents raised potatoes on the ranch near Bodega and the indians would camp by the stream and help with the harvest. It's funny I never heard that story before.
Donna - The community garden - it's magic. Thank you.
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