I think it's safe to say potato harvest is one of my favorite holidays. In the last few years, it's started to weave a tapestry of memories and traditions all it's own.
Last year I shared how we do the potato planting, which again is an entity all it's own - but the picking is my favorite. Seeing the blessing of the fruit of our labor scattered over the soft earth, filling bucket after bucket and crate after crate, tons upon tons stacking up alongside the edge of the field, working together and bonding with friends over good hard work, and just enjoying the spectacular landscape I live in is unmitigated joy.
This year was awesome, as we doubled the field from last year's two acres to a whopping four. Over 40 friends and neighbors showed up over the three days we harvested.
And we had way too much fun. It shouldn't be allowed to have that much fun, really. At least not videographically documented on the internet. Oh, well.
When it comes right down to it, there's only two things that money can't buy -
and that's true love, and home grown potatoes.