Haibunyum

Planted, it grew.  As seeds are supposed to do.  Water (of course), dark (sandy loam preferred), light (direct, for several hours a day). But it was a potato and not technically a seed.  And, therefore, a little safer from chickadees.  What it grew into once baked (or twice), au gratin-ed, mashed, fried, gnocci-ed, latke-d, made some t-uber good comfort food.  And without getting too chippy about it. . .

 

haiku na ma tuber tot

means no eating

a potato seed

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

What’s Going On?  Seed (or in this case, not one ;-P)

Day 18