I can barely admit why I'm sad without feeling some emabarassment.
After moving to Idaho and watching the potatoes grow for the season and getting all jazzed to get in on potato harvest and figure it out and then share it with you because I'm sure you are just as excited about it as I am . . .
I missed it.
I have a few pictures, but nothing spectacular.
And I have lots of questions about the hows and whys of the harvest.
But now they are going to have to wait.
Probaby until next season.
Maybe I'll get over my embarassment enough to at least show you the few pictures I did get.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.