. . . and promptly forgot how I did it.
And it only took, oh, nine months or so.
I’ve never been able to grow carrots. If you’ve read our book, Deanna even writes about it in the gardening chapter, how neither of us can grow a decent carrot, and how she suspects the one friend she knows who can grow them made a pact with the underworld and waters them with baby’s tears.
So we’re a little bit unsettled by this latest, delicious development:
Never mind, though. I can’t really remember how I did it, so it’s unlikely ever to be repeated. Or maybe it’s one of those events that only happens at distant intervals, like seventeen-year cicadas.
Ever have an unexpected gardening success? Do you know the secret to growing great carrots? Is this a sign of the apocalypse?