I wonder if any of you are familiar with the character Gomer Pyle. He was a naive marine recruit from Mayberry, N.C. (of the Andy Griffith show fame) who was a constant thorn in the side of his drill sergeant. This was actually one of the shows I watched when I was a young thang, and when you read the title of this post you have to hear it with a Southern twang.
Anyway, you are probably surprised to have two posts in one day. I have had a couple of surprises this morning.
The first was an inevitable progression. Mallory and Impy have been playing together, chasing each other up and down the hall and batting at each other from opposite sides of the cat tree. So I suppose I shouldn’t have been very surprised to see this this morning.
I suppose that now that I have embarrassed them by posting actual evidence of their relationship on line that they won’t sleep together for another month.
The other surprise came when I was out digging in nutrients in the garden in preparation for planting more of my winter cover crop, also sometimes called green manure. The place I was working was the bed where I grew sweet potatoes, and imagine my surprise when I discovered that I had missed some of them in the initial harvest. I have this vision of sweet potatoes scrunching themselves down and saying “Not me!”
Now, honestly. I can understand how I missed tubers that were this size:
I can even rationalize a few escaping my vigilance when they have reached this proportion:
But for the LIFE of me, I cannot grasp how these monsters escaped me:
COME ON! That one is TEN inches long.
As it was, the pile I brought into the house from the second harvest was pretty good sized.
These guys sustained a lot of damage, so I’ll be grating them up for the sweet potato slaw which is my planned contribution to the party potluck on Saturday. That and the carrot cake which Jim has requested for a birthday cake.
Okay. Now really, I’m done. Really.