Before we could turn the goats into the garden, we had to harvest our sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes usually do well for us, but less than half the slips I planted survived our hot, dry summer. Then the ground was so dry and hard that it was difficult to dig them out; it was more like chiseling than digging. All I got was this.
1.75 pounds, that's it.
It may be a bit early to do this, but I picked the best one to put in water in hopes of growing some slips. If they make, maybe I can pot them once they have roots and leaves.
If I've said it once, I've said it a dozen times – something is better than nothing. At least I have something in hopes of next year's sweet potatoes.