Jun 2014
Just a story.
When I was a kid... yes there was a time I was a kid, the garden was just South of the house. Mom and I worked in the garden a lot. Sometimes when she was not in the garden I would lay between the carrot rows, pull a carrot out of the sandy soil, brush off the sand and have a very fresh yummy carrot. They were soooo tender they seemed to melt in my mouth. Anyway, when I was finished eating the carrot I would put the top back into the hole. No one was the wiser. No one knew the difference or so I thought. I did notice the carrot top would wilt which looked a little suspicious but... there was a gopher problem so maybe the gophers ate the carrots. Sounded like a good story to me. "Did the gopher eat the carrot mom?" "Yes probably so."
I found out years later.... Mom knew who the gopher was. BUSTED.
I was telling this story to my grand daughter Lucy after school one day. Her eyes brightened up and said, "That is a funny story grandpa." So here it is added to the memories of a grandpa. Lucy keeps telling people, strangers even, "you should hear this. Grandpa tell them about the carrots." The story has latched onto her 5 year old brain and won't let go.
So... the next time you are eating a carrot... don't fib to your mom.
When I was a kid... yes there was a time I was a kid, the garden was just South of the house. Mom and I worked in the garden a lot. Sometimes when she was not in the garden I would lay between the carrot rows, pull a carrot out of the sandy soil, brush off the sand and have a very fresh yummy carrot. They were soooo tender they seemed to melt in my mouth. Anyway, when I was finished eating the carrot I would put the top back into the hole. No one was the wiser. No one knew the difference or so I thought. I did notice the carrot top would wilt which looked a little suspicious but... there was a gopher problem so maybe the gophers ate the carrots. Sounded like a good story to me. "Did the gopher eat the carrot mom?" "Yes probably so."
I found out years later.... Mom knew who the gopher was. BUSTED.
I was telling this story to my grand daughter Lucy after school one day. Her eyes brightened up and said, "That is a funny story grandpa." So here it is added to the memories of a grandpa. Lucy keeps telling people, strangers even, "you should hear this. Grandpa tell them about the carrots." The story has latched onto her 5 year old brain and won't let go.
So... the next time you are eating a carrot... don't fib to your mom.
I remember that when the gopher pulled carrots too small, mom admonished the gopher "must let them grow bigger". I passed that bit of information on to "sir gopher". The gopher listened. What luck.
