The carrots that started out their lives sprouting under a piece of plywood came of age. Of course there were a few that looked like fat six-legged orange snowmen, but I’m very pleased with the harvest. About 35 lbs. worth; more than we have room to store. The orange snowmen didn’t make the cut, but they’ll go to a friend’s horses.
After pulling the carrot crop, I fired up the chicken tiller in that spot. Awesome.
Making evening rounds, tucking tomato vines into place inside their cages, I felt something soft.
I gave it a fighting chance in the chicken pen. It lost.