Today I pulled up our first carrots. They turned out to be totally ready for eating, and delicious to boot. (Even though some were mutant four-legged carrots.)

The carrots were a whim: Ingrid got a packet of seeds together with a Bamse issue. And yet, of all the vegetables we have tried to grow, I have to say that carrots have thus far given the best result. The deer chewed off the tops of both our tomato and pea plants when I planted those; the pumpkin plants barely grew and didn’t result in any actual pumpkins. But the deer left the carrot plants alone, and the carrots thrived.