Yesterday afternoon I decided it was a great time for harvesting carrots so I took my little self out to the garden bed planted out to carrots and pulled every last one of them.
I planted only one 4' x 8' raised bed of carrots this year. Do you think I might FINALLY be wising up to the fact that two people can't eat unlimited amounts of food? All the carrot tops were starting to turn brown and fall over (which I've never seen before) so I took that as my signal that they really needed to be harvested.
The variety I planted was the old favorite Scarlet Nantes.
I wasn't disappointed with the harvest. The above picture is about one-third of the carrots we got. Total weight: 43 pounds and 4 ounces. Definitely enough to keep us going through the winter with some to share. (Don't the carrots in the picture look like some sort of deformed hot dogs and that I'm gearing up for one really big cookout?)
I thought some of you might get a chuckle out of the tale surrounding these water soaked old sweat pants I was wearing while harvesting and prepping the carrots for storage. (I know my husband seemed to think it was pretty funny.) This is a shot of the back of the pants.
Seems that as I finished spraying off the last batch of carrots, I dropped the hose on the ground while turning around and bending over to pick something up. When I dropped the hose, apparently the sprayer head landed in such a way that it released a full jet of water that hit me directly in the . . .um, uh, er . . . right in a very sensitive spot and the water traveled up and down from there.
I let out a loud screech when the water hit, jumped about two feet straight up and came down running. Geesh, that water was cold.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
4 hours ago