My big disappointment these days, the potato patch. It was rushed, sloppy, not maintainted. Every morning I walk by it with shame. I should try to be better, care more, take more time, and then I just don’t. There is always something more pressing, more interesting. I want to just have Boomer take the weed whacker to it…and if the neighbor, who’s window looks out at the mess, hadn’t given us the seed potato I would. My choice work on it…or just continue to hate it.