The Tale of a Potato
A little while back, Christmas and I bought some sweet potatoes to make her wonderful sweet potato burritos. (Hey, Christmas, if you’re reading this, we haven’t made sweet potato burritos in a while…yum.)
As inevitably happens with potatoes, a couple of them got left sitting in the back of the pantry, and started to sprout. One of them sprouted really impressively–we’re not just talking about a couple of little shoots here, but full-on vines, putting out leaves and reaching for the sun even though they were in a dark shelf.
This potato really wanted to live, and I respected that. I couldn’t bring myself to just throw it in the trash–it had too much determination. So I did the classic elementary school “science experiment”–I cut the potato in half, put some toothpicks in it and put it in water by the window. And it continued to thrive, sending out more tendrils and growing profuse leaves.
So recently, I actually potted the potato. Neither Christmas nor I have any plants, so I had to go out and buy a pot and some soil. Since I potted it, it’s doing even better. It’s growing fast–every time I see it, it’s noticeably bigger. One of its tendrils found one of Christmas’s lamps, and is winding its way up the power cord. This potato still has an incredible desire to succeed, and how can I do anything but help? It’s a beautiful plant now.
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