My bride, Jan, said, "Those ornamental sweet potatoes you planted this year look better than they did last year." She was referring to a big display of Sweet Caroline Medusa Green that was draping over a rock wall.
Sheepishly, I bowed my head and sort of muttered that I didn’t plant any sweet potatoes this year. I feel like I am about to break out in hives knowing what I am about to write. Knowing I was going to do this, I even sought counsel from other Southern horticulturists.
My beautiful Sweet Caroline Medusa Green spilling over the wall is in year two; so is my Illusion Midnight Lace growing in a container. My Illusion Emerald Lace is in year three, and my dollar rescue off death row clearance at the big box store is in year four.
