Believe it or not, there's a World Carrot Museum! The good people there have provided a fun, mindless activity we thought we'd share with everyone. Visit them online and build your very own carrot-face! Enjoy.

This poem was sent to us by Randall in Delaware, OH after the Dulci-More Festival. It's written by William Carlos Williams and is lovely.

Queen Anne's Lace
Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth - nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand's span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over -
or nothing.

–William Carlos Williams