Tuesday February 11th 2014 Tim
My own sense of Carrot is currently confused.
So much depends upon what the summer does, because Carrot are picky
germinators, their seeds easily gobbled up by soil dwellers. And
best not to get lulled into false expectation by the propaganda
leaflets, especially those which are printed upon re-cycled paper,
with some old bearded fool sucking a straw dispensing ye olde cute.
Trust me, this character has the ring worm, his feet smell worse than
mine and frankly his choice of hat suggests to me that he might be prone
to diddling little boys when he's not stealing grocery bags from little
old men. And you have to ask who in their right mind comes up with
these sort of seed marketing strategies, or might there indeed be
an increasingly deranged percentage of people for whom the narrative has
become totally divorced. In which case I weep for the world, as
the phrase "blessed release" is inked onto the margin because we are all
Last year, early Carrot were a disaster. I blame the exotic
seed that so tempted The Artist, and which I have to admit
took my imagination even though my role in the field is to
retain some semblance of control with the word 'No' while
maintaining the stubborn chin of a cynic. It was some kind
of purple Carrot, which in itself is interesting because all
those years ago when Carrot were first cultivated for their
root by Persians and Afghans, Carrots were indeed purple.
But I should have guessed that if you can pretty much count
the number of Carrot seeds in a newly opened packet of
Carrot seeds, then someone somewhere is laughing at you, and
if they happen not to be, then there is something seriously
wrong with them. Fall Carrot last year were excellent. They
went in early August, they were Carrot colored and the two
year old seed came from the Co-op. They were called Danvers
Half Longs. And how I remember that I have no idea.