meet my new potato friends the lengths food will go to these days not to be eaten: they have grown arms, legs and one of them even has a head! the wrinkly one in the back is posing as a mouse, knowing full well I don't eat mice (not that I don't eat meat, mind you, 'cos I do, it's just that mice tend not to have enough meat, so it's not worth the effort) and thus the black-faced sheep has company on the kitchen windowsill they look like they are enjoying themselves
if I didn't know better it would seem they are waving at us and inviting us to join them |
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i just am ready to plant similar potatoes...who knows.
it's a gift Mo, ;-)
carrots too, Michelle; I know just how delightfully bright and colourful they start off (especially compared to the humble potatoes) with their spindly, elegant legs, only to end up all shrivelled and withered......
as always Nancy, as always (see next post)
hahaha Julie, hmm not sure about the breathing into part though - where are their tiny mouths? - if I'm not very careful I would blow them to shredded potatoes
happy to oblige Dee
oh yes Patty a mute poem, I hadn't thought of it like that