Give us this day our daily potato

This year we grew our own potatoes.

They grew better on one side of the hills than the other.

The west side of the hills is wetter and the ground heavier. Also the potatoes seemed to get more disease and pests there. The east side of the hills was drier but being the north of England not so dry as to dry them out. As you can see we got some good potatoes. We also got some beans, cabbages, spring onions, tomatoes and other stuff.

We also had quite a lot of plums on our plum trees. Here is a poem about all of this gardening:

Plum picker

I’m not the plum picker
I’m the plum picker’s friend.
I’m only picking plums
till the plum season ends.

I am a
plum gatherer,
bean stalker,
potato lifter
wasp botherer
jam stirrer
pie baker
spud roaster
harvest admirer

Of course my attempts at growing fruit and vegetables, whilst they have made a difference to our health, are not on the same scale as that of women all over the world who have to grow stuff to live.

Heavenly gardener, give us this day our daily potato, yam or pumpkin.

As we marvel at the growing may we dig justly so that all may justly dig.