Showing posts with label carrot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label carrot. Show all posts

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Interloper

I unearthed all of the remaining root crop vegetables in our garden. I have 2 gallon bags of beets, a collection of fairly small carrots that had tried to grow under the squash that encroached on their space, and a turnip.

What? 
A turnip?


I didn't plant turnips!

Regardless, it will be tasty!

I also cut most of the Silverbeet Swiss chard,
also known as Rainbow Swiss chard.
Isn't it beautiful?


The colors make me smile.


Saturday, September 6, 2014

This Little Piggy

The horses missed out on the carrot harvest. Too bad. I'm sure they would have been eager taste testers! This year I planted Danvers carrots. I knew they were short, It just never registered in my little pea brain how wide they would be. I guess, like me, they make up for lack of stature by being just a bit wider than usual! I was surprised at the size when I pulled the first carrot out of the ground!


How do you like these chunky monkeys?!

Then there is this little guy ….


I decided he looks like a little piggy.
We Dreamers are of differing opinions, however,
about whether this would be his tail, or his ….


Friday, September 6, 2013

Tucker Talks: Gypsy Made me Do It

It is all Gypsy's fault. 
She is such a food hound - she'll eat anything! 

The other day Mr. Dreamy called us over for a treat. 


Gypsy ran right over and plunked her bottom down on the floor.
She is such a show off and a goody-goody.
I didn't want to miss out, so I came over too.


Mr. Dreamy gave each of us a treat.
He said it was something called carrot. 


I chewed.
Gypsy chewed.

Bleech....


It tastes TERRIBLE!
But, since Gypsy was still eating her carrot,
I wouldn't dare spit it out.
I didn't want her to have the satisfaction of
having two pieces... even if it tasted awful!


I woulda never eaten it if it hadn't been for Gypsy.
Yuck.
And will you look at her...
It's kinda blurry cause she is moving so fast,
but she is actually licking her chops.

That girl has no taste!

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