My favorite poet, Mary Oliver describes how I feel perfectly:
If offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
|"The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.”|
Carrots are so different than other vegetables- when harvest day comes you have no way of knowing what the carrot will look like. This may not seem like a lot of excitement to some people but around here it is a major source of entertainment. Jove squeals when he finds really long or really fat carrots. Miranda wants the "baby" ones and proceeds to make dirt houses for them so they will be happy.
And, the taste--quite unlike a store-bought carrot.
Sweet and tender.
I will always plant carrots.