We made a quick dash out to Corey and Eileen's to pick up some Po-ta-toes, boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew. It gave the children a chance to get dirty and ride on the tail-gate. Margaret had a good time trying to eat them. Last year she mostly cried. Next year I anticipate her picking with the best of them. The only unfortunate thing was that I lost my lens cap. Both Jamie and I came back with more then we needed and a bucket of plums.
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