Potato harvest

For the first time, Dave has been successful in growing potatoes. Well, not wildly successful -- the crop from an entire row was roughly half what we should have gotten from a single plant (about 10 pounds). Better than nothing, which is what we got in previous years. These are Russian butterballs, medium sized oval potatoes with light-gold, buttery-tasting flesh. When Dave first dug them up, they looked like russets, but all that was garden dirt.

The first of the pears are ready. I'm trying to keep up with the bird-pecked ones (made and canned 3 pints of "pear sauce" -- like applesauce -- yesterday). There are still many more on the trees. Hopefully, I'll get these book revisions done before the deluge. I'll slice and dry a bunch and can some in light syrup.