One of the red cabbages did not make a head. Each of its interior levels grew above the one before, forming a strange, flowery tower as it went.
Frankly, it looks weird.
Being a little weird myself, though, I let it have garden room. It didn’t get harvested with all the others, either, but continued to add levels.
(If I were a serious gardener, of course, this mutant cabbage would have been removed quickly, to be replaced with something more productive or pretty. But you’ve probably figured out by now that curiosity and playfulness and fun have equally strong presences in my garden as either of those two.)
As time passed, I even began to grow fond of this aberrant cabbage and, without realizing I’d done so, gave it a name, rather like I did with Mophead in last year’s kitchen garden.
After surveying the wreckage of our latest fallen tree and having a lovely encounter with a preying mantis a few days ago, I realized Pagoda was glowing in the half-light of dusk, clearly wanting to have his portrait taken. Unfortunately, I couldn’t manage it without the flash. But you get the idea….
I wonder how tall the structure can go before first frost.
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