Recently, I discovered a sweet potato lurking at the back of the cabinet. It had already sprouted an impressive set of roots — which is why I figured, what the hell, why don’t I just plant it in the garden?
So I did. This is what emerged, not too long after —
It’s beautiful, lush, and healthy*, and very inexpensive (basically, the price of one misplaced root vegetable).
And since we just can’t seem to catch a break lately — whether it’s duck rustlers, zombees, or just wondering what we’re going to eat until payday — it’s also kind of comforting, the knowledge that at least one thing in our lives is not an incipient disaster.
Though if a race of sentient sweet potatoes rises up from the garden beds of the world and decides to exterminate its hapless cultivators like so many two-legged cockroaches, well…sorry, folks. That’s on me, I guess.