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Oh, it was a grand garden, thick with the most wonderful produce imaginable. There were raspberries, plump and dark red, that made your mouth water, first with their unexpected tang and then their soft sweetness. Perfect parsnips, radiant radishes, chives that could make a grown man sing. And the carrots. Oh, the carrots. Mrs. Harrow's carrots were an almost exultant experience - their shy, almost-sweet flavor, their perfect, crisp-but-won't-break-your-teeth crunch, their overall aura of strength. Mrs. Harrow's carrots sent tangible energy shivering down to your toes when you ate one.