A Harvest Story

This weekend, I have been laboring at harvesting our redskin potato patch.

We store them in a dark room in the basement in bus bins. I have made a rack so the bins work like drawers. I haven’t had time to wash them yet. Don’t judge.

Bins

To get the bins to the rack, I had to carry them past this little item hanging on a nail in the door frame:

The Masher

I’m not cruel to little potatoes. I told them to hide their eyes.