I know I’ve told you I found out I’m no vegetable gardener. But yesterday I decided to harvest my beets. I’d planted the seeds way back when; all the directions said it was the right time. And I planted them at the prescribed depth.
Here’s what I got. That’s not a dinner plate, by the way. It’s a teensy-weensy salad plate, which will give you an idea of the relative size of those two miniscule specimens.
I left a few of them, just as pathetic-looking as these two, out there. I’ll check the others in a month or two and let you know if there’s any progress.Maybe a miracle will happen and they’ll grow big and fat and scrumptious. But I’m not going to hold my breath waiting for it to happen.
But boy, can I grow thistles – here’s the latest crop, still blooming out by the driveway. I’ve harvesting more than a dozen seed heads so far, and, as you can see, there are still plenty to go.
BEEattitude for Day # 268:Blessed are those who know when to give up, for they shall save themselves countless heartaches.
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