carrots epitome of incomprehensibility Pulled the rest of them up today because the weather threatened freezing rain. It was just chilly rain. The garden mud stuck to my pink rainboots and I had to scrape it off with a trowel. The plastic salad bowl I'd put the muddy vegetables? I tried to wash it before I got inside. Twice I filled it up with water from the outside tap, but it splashed on my muddy gloves, chilling my hands. So I took it in the kitchen sink and washed the orange roots (one of them was inexplicably yellow, like a different variety had gotten into the seed mix). I also kept some non-wilted carrot and radish greens, as well as a few dandelion leaves. Anyway, a good chunk of mud remained at the bottom of the bowl. Had to use warm water to dissolve it and then toss the muddy water outside. Some of the carrots were really tiny, a few from being too close together. One of the tiny pale ones tasted less sweet, as if the orange colour carried the sweetness. Another pale one seemed sweeter than normal. Carrots seem like a vegetable with so much variation, even in ones from the store that are clearly all the same kind. Are you tough and stick-like at the centre? Sweet? Reserved? We pull you out of your home and you surprise us. 241128 ... e_o_i Apparently I'm trying to reform the syntax of "put." Why don't I think "put" goes with "in"? Is it because Putin is unfair, although poutine is fair and waxy, like an immature carrot? 241128 what's it to you? who go blather from