In the spring I take a potato and put it in the ground. A little water, sun and TLC, and with the loving coaxing of God's hand, a little sprout appears like magic.
The abundant green and pretty white flowers above ground conceal the mystery beneath. Only God knows the number and size of the produce below.
It seems to me, that potatoes from my garden taste just a little better than those bought at the market.
A little magic, a little mystery and a wonderful addition to any meal.
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