Several years ago during one of our trips to Roswell, N.M., to visit daughter Brenda and family, I stopped north of Hereford, Texas, where a field of cotton recently had been harvested.
A handful of the white, fluffy produce contained several seeds, which I squirreled away.
This spring wife Beverly decided having fresh green beans and new potatoes was reason enough to rent one of the Elm Creek Garden spaces. Her success resonated and I joined in — assistance appreciated but probably not too helpful.
We dug about 10 gallons of potatoes and…
Variety spices up our tiny garden
