by Richard Kordesh
It takes months to grow them, a
little over an hour to wash, slice, and cook them, and twenty minutes to eat
them!
I refer to the potatoes we grow in
dark sacks alongside one of our raised vegetable beds. When I served them on a recent Sunday dinner
for my adult kids, these potatoes - fried with our garden’s red onions - disappeared
in a hurry.
Yet, any sense of being rushed dissipates
when one is reminded that each step from sack to skillet yields its own
bounty. The initial insertion of a few
spuds into the bottom of a partially filled bag signals the first step.
During the following weeks, we gradually load
the bag to the brim to cover each succeeding upsurge of plant growth. As this buildup occurs, the potatoes expand
within, out of sight. The dirt
eventually reaches the top; green shoots and flowers extend from these burlap containers,
creating a newly colorful complement to the surrounding floral display.
When the plants droop, it’s time
to spill open the sacks. Out fall the
dirt and the fully formed potatoes. The “wait’ was event-filled; every phase of
growth gave forth its own gifts to the eyes and hands.
When a dad or mom can keep the
children close to, and engaged, in this slow-moving production in the garden, each
ultimate bite at the table evokes for young ones the sights, the smells, and
other sensations brought forth over the spring and summer by these vegetables’ progressive
formation.
Guest blogger Richard S. Kordesh is the author of Restoring Power to Parents and Places and has worked professionally in the community development field for 35 years. Visit Richard's website for more.
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