Brave new broccoli

You will recall that Cassius, the dropout moose, chewed up (among many other veggies) my broccoli. Well, just as I have had my revenge on Cassius (birdshot in the butt, another post) the broccoli -- or some broccoli -- has recovered.
The heads are but two or three centimeters across, hardly a contribution to my pantry. Their value is symbolic. They will get bigger, maybe. Other chewed-up broccoli will not head by now, I think. On a normal head, one would have harvested the big heads. Then broccoli will obligingly produce smaller heads up to first frost. But I think this performance is simply amazing.

I am tired. It was a busy day squaring logs. But that's another post.