The Carrot That Proposed: Mary’s Lost Ring and the Garden That Never Forgot

Mary blinked. “It can’t be.”

But it was. The diamond, the band, the tiny nick she remembered from clanking it against the mixer that one Thanksgiving—it was all there. And now, it was stuck on a carrot that had clearly spent the past decade bulking up at the gym just to pull this off.

The ring was scrubbed clean, Mary shed a few joyful tears, and the carrot was given the honor of being not eaten. (It now sits in the freezer, preserved like a little orange hero.)

Moral of the story? Always keep digging—and never underestimate the romantic potential of root vegetables. 💍🥕