As I write, the first potatoes from our garden are boiling in the kitchen. There are fifteen of them, to be exact. Just to make sure they are growing as they should, my beloved and I dug them out yesterday evening. Although we would rather go to a restaurant for lunch today, this will be a special meal for us. Our first potatoes. Soon we will have our first carrots. And then our first tomatoes. Judging from the way the garden looks at the moment, our first peppers will come last. All in all, our first season is going well. Miracles abound.