yesterday, we went out to the garden and pulled up what was left of the potatoes. as you can see, there was one big girl, and a bunch her of freakily tiny sisters. freakily tiny, but delicious, it turns out, when roasted with onions and rosemary. naturally, butter was involved. (come to think of it, if i didn’t involve butter so much, i would probably be quite the sylph.)
this little harvest here really made my day. it got my mind to thoughts of bigness and smallness and comparison and that led to a whole lot of inner metaphorical rambling which led only to laughing at myself for getting freakily caught up in metaphors about potatoes.
we ate them for dinner, and they were yummy, and that is all.