the comparitive speeds of mother nature

of course i adore mother nature. i dance the moons, pray the sun, worship the seasons as they pass. i'm a gardener aren't i?
but what i don't get is mother nature's many arms.
today i harvested the carrots. in the name of progress and all that, the carrots were just in the way. so despite the fact that some of them could have done with a wee bit longer in the ground, out they came.
i sowed the seeds, when? (all good gardeners keep a diary) um, let's just say a while ago. the quantity of seeds sewn accounted for thinning (done by my apprentice gardener, calix) and other general losses. but my cunning didn't deal with mother nature.
my cunning didn't need to worry about pestilence or foul weather, mother nature has been kind this carrot growing season (apart from the odd carrot fly, but we won't go into that)
what my cunning didn't allow for was that a while ago, when i sowed the seeds, my wee man adored carrots. he loved carrots. if he could have been a legume, he would have chosen to be a carrot. (or perhaps, if he was going to be a garden pest, his beast of choice would be the carrot fly).
but that was then
now, well, he's kinda over the carrots.
orange is no longer his favourite colour.
so as i pulled out each of these orange, nearly vegetarian treats i was willing mother nature to wave one of her many arms in the direction of my son and then, lo and behold: tonight's rissotto contained a couple of said orange treats and guess who didn't refuse them!

yippee!

xx
mama b