Wascally Wabbit Food

We've never seemed to have much luck growing carrots. Some years we tried and other years we didn't bother, but last year we took what was left of the carrot seed packets, mixed them together and threw them in a bed. It was mostly practice for using our new flame weeder, which we later realized should be used before sowing the beds.

If it hadn't been for Carol, though, we probably wouldn't have had our carrot surprise. While we were on vacation and after I went back to work in August, Carol nurtured those feathery carrot tops and weeded out their competition. They looked pretty healthy, but we got busy, Carol went on to college, and it turned cold when we weren't watching for it. "Leave the carrots," I said. "They never do much anyway."

A few weeks ago, on a rare warm day in early January, we were out in the garden making mental lists of all we had to do, and I walked past what had been the carrot bed. "Wonder what's going on in there," I thought and started digging. Carrots! Lots of them, and although some of them had some rabbit nibbles in them and a few had been worm food, we had enough carrots to share, enough carrots to snack on, and and enough carrots to make a big pot of gorgeous carrot soup. Kirby was even inspired to investigate the potato rows, and he came up with a milk crate full. 

Next year, we're planting lots of carrots. And we're not giving up on them.