My other primary recall is hours of sitting on the ground pulling
tiny weeds and thinning tiny carrot plants. My last upset was finding
that my substantial crop did not last the winter in the root cellar,
buried in sand on a dirt floor, never frozen. That scheme is part of
my Wisconsin indoctrination. Today, in southern Missouri, I would try
leaving them in the ground covered by dry grass and leaves.
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