My Grandfather had a green thumb everyone would say. My Mother's Dad. He grew up on a farm in South Dakota and then went on to live in different places. But he was always growing things.
He would bring things out to the ranch at different times-I remember giant "rocky mountain oysters" from CO. He brought me my first saddle! My first horse too but we won't talk about that. But I do remember the year that he though we needed to plant more potatoes and brought "tons" from Idaho and helped us plant rows and rows. To say that we had potatoes growing out our ears was an understatement.
He always taught my mom to plant potatoes on Good Friday. So this year is the year I'm going to try potatoes. I'm thinking about a few at home and experiment with a few sod potatoes.
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