We’ve gotten a respite from chilblain-blistering cold, with temps tomorrow in the mid-sixties. Nearly a week of melting’s left my home’s southern exposure (nearly) stripped of snow, grass matted like a week in bed with stomach flu. Rain, possibly thunder, predicted for the day after tomorrow; may it inspire some green.
This is Minnesota. Just a couple more blizzards to come, yet.
Shriveled sweet-potato vines languish in a lonely patch beside bandy-bodied hedges. Neglected potatoes, more vine than fruit when planted last August, I hope that 2021 offers another chance.
I baptize its bed with more nutrient-rich coffee grounds.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (03/04/2021): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes sweet potatoes. It can be part of a recipe, meal, or used as a nickname. Where do sweet potatoes take you? The grocery store? The garden? Mars? Go where the prompt leads!
And here’s a song of Spring and hope and appreciation, by Metamora (1985): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkcnJd-eyQ0
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Oh, Minnesota, the fickle state of weather. It’s mind-boggling to go from one extreme to the next. Coffee helps even the plants.
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Hope is what keeps us all going!
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They don’t want a too rich soil, go easy on the nitrogen. More vine than tuber could be your sign.
Good luck.
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Good advice. We’ll see how it goes…
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