I enjoy potatoes

Yesssssss, I enjoy potatoes !!! ... Yes ... those I used to crop when I was at my grand father's ... We needed to bend over, to scratch ... to search in the ground ... and we found them deep down in the earth, hidden as secrets ... in nests or alone .. brown but unrecognisable under their muddy crust .. like golden treasures occulted to men but known to wizzards ...
The potatoe is a miracle ! It grows by itself deep in clusters ... protected deep inside to tresist to frost and cold ... very strong the potatoe .... full of energy, full of vitality right in the middle of a mean lean poor and desnuded winter