CY the potato farmer

My 3.5 ft potato tree [see 3/15] finally gave in and flopped on itself. As I unearthed its roots to give it a quiet burial in the trash can, I found out it had given birth to some baby taterlings at the bottom of the egg nog carton box that I've been growing the plant in.
Perhaps saying goodbye to familiar things isn't always bad.... who know what lies beyond (or under).

My first harvest =D
Perhaps I should consider running a 'tater plantation in my bedroom if I don't find proper employment soon :p