I really, really wanted to plant shallots this year as I have come to appreciate them so much in my cooking. Never did I ever, even consider, that I would not be able to find one single shallot bulb in this entire town. I confess, after just spending 2+ months in Southern California, I had forgotten that things are just a little different when one lives in a small town in the interior of British Columbia. I was chastised for being at least a week too late by all the garden suppliers I went to. Next year, I will be on it like white on rice, like a moth to the flame, like black on blue, like spots on the dog, like stripes on socks, like plaid on shorts...
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I'm still trying to figure out if the plaid is part of you or part of Saint Thomas.....And are those 'baby' sox? They look tiny... I guess they could be yours... you have tiny feeties. Ah, the shallots...it's apparent that you began the slow slide back into the "mecca of everything, anytime" mentality whilst you were away. Small, simple, and hard-to-get causes a gardener to "grow" appreciation, don't you think?
Signing out from Shallotsville, South Dakota
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