It hardly seems possible, but it’s time for our second annual “first historic toxic organic garden peacock harvest.” Technically, last year’s first harvest was much later, but it was so successful we planted a special early-harvest variety this year.
That’s Little Mo, inside the blue circle. You remember: he escaped from the whirling jaws of Ricky’s blender at the big State Mole Fiesta dinner we threw for Felipe who came to town to tell us how to operate our open border more effectively. Don’t worry, Little Mo escaped from Ricky’s kitchen and Big Guy’s speech (something no one else has done so far) so he had no problem hauling tail out of Lady M’s roots. As a precaution though, I’m placing MO’s toxic garden off limits on harvest days.
And please, no questions about the choice of harvest attire. I just work here.