My father, digging. I look down (5)
This is such great line. Why? Because it's the one place in the poem where you get to see the speaker and his father in the same place at the same time. Of course they're separated by a window, but still – there's a connection.
Bends low, comes up twenty years away (7)
It's amazing how just one image – his father bending over in a garden – can conjure up such an old, vivid memory.
To scatter the new potatoes that we picked,Loving their cool hardness in our hands. (13-14)
In a way, potato farming brought the family together. Here we see father and son working together to plant. So how do you think the father might feel to find out his son will be a writer?