They're in there somewhere. Honest. Found them yet?
Am I entering the allotment contest this year ?(criteria: imaculate disease-free weed-free veg, edging trimmed with nail scissors to exactly 2 inches, must be owned by retired person with huge flagons of pesticide and weedkiller, willing to put in 10 hours a day of weeding and tilling and picking)
In fact the allotment secretary didn't even ask me this year.
Phwarh! What do care? [big raspberry noise].
Anyway, here's a little poem I have written in my head as I am blogging.( Don't expect grand things)
The Little Carrot Poem
I had some little carrot seeds
Ok. Well I said not to expect grand things! No, I wont give up the day job.
Why can't the blighters just all ripen together? What is it with them?! Are they deliberately trying to make work for me? !
By the time the non-ripe ones are ripe, the previously ripe ones will probably be over-ripe and fallen off. Am I to just sit for hours picking off individual currants?
(by the way, 'Yes' isn't an option)