My poor, poor carrots. I had so few that successfully germinated, and then the healthy ones with potential had their hopes dashed by some mysterious nighttime predator – a skunk? a raccoon? a bird? or maybe a very large insect? – who so ruthlessly ripped away at their green tops. Without their formerly lush sprouts of foliage, the carrot roots did not have a chance to grow any larger than the thickness and length of Dizzy’s pinky (if that) – a teeny bite, at most. I had to harvest the little runts and immortalize our first, small yield with a little photo. We shall try you to cultivate you again in the fall…*Sniff*
A premature end.