Turnip

Sometimes it is the right time to draw a turnip. This was one of those times.

Sometimes it is the right time to draw a turnip. This was one of those times.

So, what have I been up to lately? Taking part in the miracle of life vegetables.
Haven’t quite got the hang of it yet though, only one turnip made it this year. Having better success with carrots though.

Things are very boring in the fruit and veg isle today.

“Oh no! The bunnies have destroyed your vegetable garden!”
“Haha, no. I’ve finally lured them to my bunny garden.”
“Oh.”
“Get the big copper pot out.”

I’m a yam.

Mr. Hand says you have to eat all your vegetables. Otherwise, you might start to slowly wither away, til eventually all you have left is a few fingers and thumbs.

There’s nothing sexier.

You can’t tell children you found them in the cabbage patch, and then expect them to eat their veg.

Right, so, thinking ahead to Halloween. What’s really scary? Everyone is dressed up as vampires and goblins and ghosts that night, so obviously, the scariest thing you could possibly be is a giant walking garlic. So, I guess that’s what I’ll be going as this year. I just hope nobody out does me by showing up as a wok or a chopping board.
By the way, there is room in my posse for a wooden stake, silver bullet, and vial of holy water, let me know if you want in.