Last spring a man who works with my daughter gave her some extra seed potatoes for my garden. Said garden had already been plotted and planted so I tucked the taters in odd places and covered the holes with dirt as the plants grew. It was the wrong season to buy hay to cover the growing plants. When it was time to harvest, the potatoes were the size of marbles. I wanted to try again next year but it was too late to buy a bale of hay to do it properly. Last week a neighbor had a bale of hay leftover from his Halloween decorations out for the garbage pickup. After asking if I could have it, I sent my grandson and his buddy to bring the bale here. Manna from heaven. Is that the saying? Or just serendipity?