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A harrow-ing tale
Category: gardening among the rocks | Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 10:51 pm Worked in a vegetable garden today. It was sooo nice sticking a shovel in the ground and feeling it agree to sink into the soil. Nothing like the rocky soil around here. So I turned over two rows, laid strong and dropped in the radish seeds. Very rewarding. I tucked in a row of onions and patted them down, and gave it all a good soaking. Then Himself came out to show me where he wanted two rows of beets put in. I should have guessed something was wrong, he was wearing a nice polo shirt. He directed me where and how deep to plant the beets, then disappeared. By the time I was chugging down the first row with the harrow, his motorcycle roared to life and sped away. No concern of mine. I turned the corner, bumping the harrow along the ground and enjoying the faint rusty squeak of the wobbly wheel. Then Herself appeared on the porch. "What are you doing?!?" I stopped, afraid I'd made a mistake, and explained that I was planting beets. A muffled oath ensued, and Herself stomped back into the house. I went back to the harrow. She reappeared moments later, and slapped a straw hat on my head, informing me that it was 82 in the shade, and she thought I WAS in the shade, weeding under a particular shrub out in the garden. Turns out I'd been Tom Sawyered, and Himself had been specifically instructed to do the task I was by now nearly finished with. Then she expressed how impressed she was with Max, who, apparently by my diligent training, had remained this whole time on the edge of the garden, never setting a paw in. It just may have been that said edge was in the shade, and said garden was NOT. Last edited: Fri Jun 01, 2007 3:09 am This blog entry has been viewed 163 times
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You was working you buns off.The lady was concerned about you in the heat.You do hard work Critter for others
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