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You ready for this? This is the contents of one ten-inch pot. Huh? Huh? Any closer together, and I reckon these carrots would have facets.

Uncle B spent a lot of years in an upstairs flat smack in the middle of London. That’s where he developed the ability to grow whole fields of waving wheat in little teeny pots.

We’re going to fire up the chimenea, sit under the stars and get quietly snockered. It’s Friday. Have a good weekend, all!


Comment from David Gillies
Time: July 9, 2010, 10:42 pm

I have 1.5l of high-quality vodka and an itching to have it all drunk by Sunday evening. It’s a mild 25 °C, if a bit muggy, and it’s beef chow mein for dinner. Yay! ¡Feliz fin de semana!

Comment from Nina from GCP
Time: July 10, 2010, 12:06 am

I still have all those gallons of mead downstairs…come on over!

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 10, 2010, 12:25 am

Lots of shooting stars, the occasional wandering satellite bustling across the sky, plenty of vodka, a fox barking in the field next door….

It’s getting like a bloody Thomas Hardy novel around here.

With a bit of Isaac Asimov thrown in.

Happy weekend, fellow minions!

Still no damned UFOs though.

Comment from JeffS
Time: July 10, 2010, 12:33 am

Will you be making carrot juice to mix the vodka with?

Jeez, would you want to? :-p

Comment from Gromulin
Time: July 10, 2010, 12:49 am

Mmm…fresh carrots. Only thing better is a tomato still warm off the vine, with a bit of salt. I fondly remember my Dad wandering out to the garden, salt shaker in hand. Wish I had his green thumb…and a climate that would allow slacker-gardening. You miss one day’s watering here in the summer, and it’s shrivel-time. I’d kill to have Concord Grape vine at Casa Gromulin.

Comment from MarkT
Time: July 10, 2010, 1:15 am

Wow. What a harvest! Because the way my (concrete) garden is set up, all I can do is grow things in pots–next year I think I’ll have a go at a pot of carrots. I can’t believe how many you got out of there!

Comment from Armybrat
Time: July 10, 2010, 1:17 am

While you guys are sleeping off your hangovers tomorrow, I’ll be working. All things considered, I’m sure y’all will be happier than me.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 10, 2010, 1:27 am

That’s a pretty extraordinary result, MarkT. And it took several months from planting to this point.

Comment from PatAZ
Time: July 10, 2010, 2:00 am

I also have to plant in pots because of jackrabbits. They eat anything green I have in my yard. I am going to try the carrots. Never thought they would do that good. Have to wait for September, too hot in the summer.

Comment from Nina from GCP
Time: July 10, 2010, 5:38 am

I don’t even have anywhere sunny enough to put a pot, sadly. But those carrots look mighty good to me!

Comment from jwpaine
Time: July 10, 2010, 6:03 am

I call Lyndsay Lohan. In the basement. With the candlestick.

Fuck. Wrong thread.

Comment from Pavel
Time: July 10, 2010, 11:30 am

Bugs Bunny is in England?

He shouldn’ta taken that right at Albuquerque.

Comment from steve
Time: July 10, 2010, 4:26 pm

No UFO’s?

Or nothing that you can clearly identify as a UFO?

Or no UFO’s that you are aware of?

Or is it …no UFO’s that you will admit to?

UFO’s are a complex subject matter!

Comment from Bill (still the .00358% of your traffic that’s from Iraq) T
Time: July 10, 2010, 5:12 pm

Geez, Steve, if he could clearly identify it as a UFO, it wouldn’t be a UFO, it would be a CIUFO, and I *know* the Ciufos — they’re entirely too staid to go flinging themselves across the skies in England.

Ummm, what?

Comment from See-Dubya
Time: July 10, 2010, 6:56 pm

I hear Badger’s secret carrot farming technique involves gallons and gallons of vodka-infused night soil.

Those look good–far better than the ones in my grocery store.

Comment from Allen
Time: July 11, 2010, 7:34 am

Thank heaven for carrots. So, I’m building a new horse house and the horses are “helping.” I’m up on a ladder doing the post and beam thing when one of ’em nudges on my leg. Ladder falls, human is hanging from the beam…

“Honey, would you please bring some carrots out to distract the big guys?”

Before I go postal.

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: July 12, 2010, 3:49 am

We American Badgers are carnivores, so I cannot reveal my own level of carrotphagia.

Comment from Deborah
Time: July 12, 2010, 12:42 pm

What beautiful carrots. Do you have a root cellar where you can store your vegetables?

Comment from Clifford Scridlow
Time: July 12, 2010, 1:20 pm

Until this year, our little patch of the hill country has been plagued by the brown blight, or what the tourists call white tailed deer. With the new 6 foot tall wire fence in place, gardening shall commence in the fall, and we will be sure to plant close enough to the fence that all of the deer can see and appreciate just what they can no longer reach. On the off chance one of them summons the courage to come over the wire, we shall call that one “sausage”.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: July 12, 2010, 5:05 pm

I’m growing red, white, yellow, and purple carrots, as well as orange ones.

Fear me!

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 12, 2010, 11:26 pm

Deborah – they don’t last that long with Ol’ Stoaty around 🙂

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