The other day Dylan was watching the kids while I was making dinner, and I decided we need a salad. This is nothing new, but Dylan usually goes and gets the stuff for a salad. He said, "Why don't you go out and get the stuff? It'll be fun". I grabbed a bowl and a knife and practically ran out the door, happy for a little break from "house duty". I went to the hoop house and cut the greens, which felt amazing because it's January. I thought about how great it was that we have had fresh salads for a big part of the year. Then I headed to the gardens in search of the carrots....
I found the patch and grabbed a handful of greens thinking to myself "these carrots are going to be tiny". There's really no way to know what you're going to get when you start to pull them. I pulled, and rocked them back and forth, and pulled...and felt a release...and I had a handful of nice, normal size carrots! It was the best feeling in the world. I tried again, and each time I expected to get little baby carrots, and got big beautiful multicolored carrots! On one of my "pulls" the tops broke off and the carrots were left in the ground. I couldn't just let them stay there, after how hard I'd worked to try to get them out....so I dug in the mud until I pulled up 3 nice sized carrots. It was great!! I kind of went overboard and ended up picking way more than what we needed for the salad, but they were quickly eaten anyway, so it all worked out.
After the carrot patch, I grabbed a few radishes (which was fun as well, but not as awesome as the carrot picking!) and broccoli florets. Our salad was delicious, as usual.
Dylan and Harmony, whichever of us have the time to sit down and write for a few minutes. : )