With help from some serious neighborhood professionals, all the spuds are finally tucked in. Four varieties accompanied by a few complimentary rows of Stuttgarter onions, I believe the imaginative commentary will get things off to the right start. It's the first time I've planted rows while listening to animated stories of superhero adventures and dreams involving monsters in beauty parlors requesting updos in blue. Children help me remember the world is a very big place. Granted, conversation did appropriately touch on french fries and potato chips for a brief moment.
I am grateful for the help and look forward to hearing more come harvest time!