Last year, as you can see by looking back at some of my old posts, my adventures in growing carrots proved me to be a miserable failure. None - NOT ONE - of my many dozens of carrots of the 4 different crops of carrots topped an inch in length. And the ones that managed to take carrot-ish form were eaten through by ants.
Pitiful, right?
So this year, I tried a new approach: plant carrots that are supposed to be short and stubby so I can claim victory no matter what. Meet the Danvers Carrot.
The other morning, I started the day in my favorite way - coffee, husband, garden tour with the sunrise.
(and no makeup)We wandered over to the front gardens to see what we could see.
(That's Erik, seeing all that he can see.)
And Hark! I spotted something!
A mature carrot?!
So I tugged and tugged and came to an instant conclusion:
- that I didn't have to tug very hard. Not a good sign.
But it was bigger than an inch and not an ant in sight. So that made me declare a 73% victory.
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1 comment:
Ahhh, hahaha, I had a belly chuckle indeed over this adventure. I've always enjoyed the short sticks myself:))))
BTW: I've had the privilege of enjoying your mothers company this summer at our Black Hills Farmers Market booth and I swear the woman is a paragon a perfect antidote to a stormy mood, this lady bird of yours has a fantastic wit and its subtle enough to ease you into her sophisticated banter.... just love it... and I am very glad to have found you through them:)
Take Care,
M
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