Salad Symphony

The ghost of Ludwig Van Beethoven joined me in my garden this morning. It turns out Beethoven knows a lot about carrots. He told me he grew an all carrot farm in his backyard in Berlin.

Beethoven said, “At one point I must have had five-thousand carrots growing in my little cul de sac. I loved carrots. I couldn’t eat enough of them. The thing is, there was this rabbit who felt the same way about my carrots. So I had to build this fence that was basically a dome over my carrot farm.”

“But in the end it broke my heart to look out my window and see the rabbit standing outside the elaborate fence with longing and tears in his eyes. My need to share was greater than my need to hoard. I tore down the fence and we both feasted.”

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