I am a terrible gardener. I do not like to admit this, but I have tried five times to cultivate the ground, plant seeds and bring forth vegetation. Five times I failed. My efforts were not without a tiny reward. In our family garden of 2020, there was a literal handful of carrots. That was it. Each member of our family got a few bites of beautifully colored carrots.
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