Not knowing our onions

A serious look on George's face as he seeks out the garden fork to try digging up some of the onions we'd planted.

Not what you might call a success.  If anything the onion bulbs seemed to have grown smaller.  Other than getting them in late, the almost complete lack of a summer and maybe neglecting them a bit, I've no idea why they weren't bulging globes of gorgeousness.  

Ah well; there's always next year.

In retrospect, there may be an air of "I wouldn't bother if I were you" about Indy.