At Home: mud and spud pie....x

Beau and his friend Finn sure know how to make a country walk interesting. Having run through a potato field, they emerge with some over spilled crop. These can always be found at the end of furrow, where the tractor probably turned on placing the initial studlings in the spring. These now older, wayward spuds are easy pickings for little fingers.

Beau washes his in muddy puddle. Eva the dog, looks on in the hope of a taste of the finished mud pie. Only dogs and small peoples imaginations would be eating this feast......x