Gardening is murder sometimes
But there's a part in the whole cultivation process to which I haven't quite adjusted yet. It's the time when seedlings reach a certain height and require thinning.
Last week I had to thin out the carrots and I really didn't look forward to it. I mean, I realize it's for the greater good of the carrot crop, but who am I to decide which carrots live and which ones get yanked out to die an untimely death withering away on the compost heap? The ones I pull will never grow up to live out their full potential as carrots.
After we've watched every step of the young plants' growth and they've finally gotten on their way, I come along with my bare hands -- pondering this one or that one -- and then pinch... wince... yank! Ugh! I really don't like doing it. No matter how small and un-carrot looking they are at that stage, it's murder.
My husband thinks I'm nuts to feel this way, but I have to wonder: Do other gardeners get this emotional when it comes to thinning? I can't be the only one.