Last weekend was a great one for gardening.  I finally managed to dig the potatoes and onions.

  I have not grown potatoes before this year although my Dad planted enough to feed his six kids for most of the winter.  Digging the potatoes brought with it the scent of the soil and that long ago memory of potato harvest with Dad.  He never made any of us help.  I think he enjoyed the solitude and physical work of that job.  We were all running about on those days and often stopped to check his progress which brought with it the unobserved but ever present aroma of freshly turned earth, tubers, and the smell of bruised marigolds which were always about in the garden.  Scent is such a gift especially when it brings with it the memories of  the past. 

  The onion crop was a bit disappointing as far as the size of the onions.  They are a bit small and I have been told that growing them from seed yields bigger bulbs.  Maybe next year but planting sets is just so darn easy.   Moving on, I forgot to spray deer repellent when I went away over the Labor Day weekend. When I left, the hostas were full and lush and this is how they look now. 

Celery sticks anyone?  Maybe I will be serving Bloody Marys this weekend.  You are all deserving of at least one pretty picture for reading this blog so here  is my attempt at one. 

Enjoy the day!