Sorry for the cheesy title. I couldn't resist.
You know, there is nothing better to do on a gray afternoon in January than pull carrots out of the ground. Nope. Nothing better. It's like digging for buried treasure...in your backyard. That's what I did this weekend. Most of the carrots, which were all planted last fall, turned out medium-sized...a few were tiny and a couple were bi- or trifurcated. But then there was "Big Papa", the fattest one I've ever seen:
I'm planning to plant a whole lot more carrots next fall, so I can be even more rich next January.