We bought vegetables from the same farmer for over 20 years. Before he retired a few months ago, his wife came by our house with a big bag of taro as a gift to us. We ate most of it, but I planted one near the angel on the balcony and some in pots in the roof garden. Here’s what greeted me on the roof this morning:
Jewels. I have always tried to photograph raindrops on the taro in his fields. It was not easy. Today I had my own. What a prize!
Look at those gold sparkles on this young taro leaf! (Click on the photo to enlarge it.)
This baby taro, planted at the same time, is way behind the others. Let’s see how it grows.