Local Beet Farmer Throws In the Towel

I am ready to face some sobering facts: some people are made to grow beets, and some people are not. I, sadly, fall into the latter category. I sowed four rows of beets. FOUR ROWS! Total yield: one good one, three small, struggling ones. Compare: I went to the Farmer's Market yesterday and paid $2 for four big fat beets. Why do I bother? My gardening "skills" (if I may use the term loosely) become more shaky by the day. My bean plant yielded seven beans, which I managed to destroy before I could eat (would rather gloss over the details, thanks). The cucumber plant died. The mixed lettuce patch is scraggly and grumpy looking. My lush-looking zucchini plant has one lone little squash on it. I am holding out hope for my tomatoes, which are looking very promising. Maybe my peppers will pull through, too. In the meantime, I will focus on nurturing these little baby beets.

And...speaking of babies! Hearing my baby's heart beat for the second time was no less thrilling than hearing it for the first time. I went to the doctor on Friday and everything seems to be looking good. The big news in baby land this week (Week 16) is that the baby is starting to make faces, is between 4-5 inches long, and is learning to make a fist. Also, baby had an insatiable demand for vanilla eclairs today, and I had to make to separate trips to The Wedge for the sole purpose of buying them. Yikes. Total pregnant lady behavior.