A Carrot-astrophe

From August 9th, 2016

Yesterday, I saw some things that I will never be able to unsee and now I want to share it with you. Warning: skip this paragraph if you’re squeamish! While Ross and I were harvesting carrots for this week’s veggie boxes, I suddenly heard him take a sharp breath in and looked over to find him squeezing his hand and wincing in pain. While I’m still not sure how this happened, somehow a shard of carrot had lodged under his finger nail and it was now intensely bleeding. Always the professional, I faced away from Ross and tried to conceal that my entire being was shuddering with horror, and then promptly whirled back around to offer him a band-aid. Once everything was washed and patched up, Ross was left with a deep resentment towards carrots and a perma-thumbs up! (Don’t worry, the carrot in question was not added to this week’s bunches.) We both learned that carrots are not as innocuous as they try to make themselves out to be. When I asked Ross if he felt he now had a super power since he’d been injected with carrot, he told me that he was sure he did. And that superpower, my friends, is called beta carotene - his words, not mine.

This week I also took some time to gather and begin drying flowers that will be used in wreaths this fall and winter. I had to get a little creative with the drying process so I’ve hooked up a string of twine in my car so that the flowers can start drying while I finish my day.