Super SpudOne of the benefits of moving back to this neck of the woods is Potato Harvest (Spud Harvest to me, my dad calls potatoes spuds). Sugar City school district had this entire past week out for harvest break and we also get a full week next week and then the following Monday! It is nice to sleep in a little later and be more relaxed for a few weeks.
The potato truck drivers for Huskinson’s farm drive across the entrance to our driveway. There is a weigh station located there (in case you haven’t noticed). Anyway, potatoes have been falling off of the heavily loaded trucks to Mason and Lily’s delight. They gather them up.
Mason has created some pretty cute Spud Creatures with them! He used pebbles for the eyes and mouth and twigs for arms and legs. This morning I caught him cutting into some fabric in the laundry room.
Long live the Spuds! I always say, if I could only pick one food to survive on for the rest of my life it would be the potato.
 What a happy potato! |
 Mason introduced his friend to his spud creations. His friend, Parker, made a bear. |
 Mason made a bull for Super Spud to ride on. |
Comments:
Grandma and Grandpa Parker said…
The people here are really amazed at the size of those potatoes in the previous blog. It’s good that Mason is not letting them go to waste.
Saturday, October 04, 2008 1:32:57 AM
HayHay said…
That’s so creative, looks fun!!
Saturday, October 04, 2008 3:09:25 PM
Aunt Jana said…
I love harvest time too!! keep making those spud men. Maybe your dad and Ryon could make a spud gun!(if that’s ok with your mom)
Saturday, October 04, 2008 4:46:27 PM
Amy Baldwin said…
Spuds are in the genes I would say. My children have those Idaho spud genes from their father.
Friday, October 10, 2008 12:41:02 PM