The problem with growing carrots is that I cannot keep my hands off of them. I just can’t. They come up, they get some green going and I just want to poke around to see if I can get a peek at the top, maybe gauge the circumference. Is there a root under there?
I think that they become so disturbed that they just hold out on me. I don’t blame them. I’m worse than a mole. Or a vole. Or any other dirty digger that loves root vegetables.
This season I forced myself to just leave
them be. I didn’t dig or pull or poke. I pretended that they and their snobby little bed mates, the leeks, didn’t exist. Sure, I’d water them and on occasion I’d pull a nearby weed but touch? It just didn’t happen.
They toughed it out in the February cold, the snow didn’t phase them. And now it is April and we have rain. I circled my garden this evening to see who was doing what and with whom. Then there, a tiny orange crown. The rain had washed away the soil. I tugged at it just a little and it seemed pretty firmly rooted. So I pulled. And then I pulled another, then another.
“Don’t be greedy,” I told myself. The bed is still full and I have three for show and tell. I am definitely putting more in in October.
Based on your success with carrots this year, I fully expect next year to be a bust. 🤣
ReplyDelete