Ben has a problem...
He thinks he needs to keep track of what every squirrel and bird and human for that matter, are doing out in our yard.
This is one of his favorite places to keep an eye on the situation...
I think we could deputize him as an official neighborhood watch leader.
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I have been given a short lesson in how to operate the roto-tiller by Mr. P.
There are procedures that involve chokes, and levers and cables, not to mention gears and tines.
Tomorrow I am, God willing, going to till my garden. It will need to be done again later in the season. This early till is just to discourage the weeds that are thinking about world domination even under cover of darkness as I write this. I hope to show them who is boss right from the get go. Though I'm not going to get too overconfident. I've battled weeds before. They are a formidable foe. And they usually win the war late in the gardening season, when they just plain wear you OUT. Though by then, hopefully your vegetables are big enough to fight back a little on their own and finish out their growth. It's those early skirmishes that must be won.
I'm beginning my campaign early this year, because as so often happens here in February, we get a week or ten days of impossibly wonderful weather. It might even convince you to throw some seeds in the ground. But trust me. Not long from now it will be freezing and snowing again. But until then. . . I'm kicking butt and taking names in the garden.
(Your overconfidence will be your undoing.)
And your snarkiness is going to give you wrinkles.
You could end up looking like this… { }
(Let's just see what the garden looks like in August. I've seen this movie before.)
Crap. I think I hear the weeds cheering out there in the dark. Don't encourage them!
(My money is on the weeds.)
I think we could deputize him as an official neighborhood watch leader.
***
I have been given a short lesson in how to operate the roto-tiller by Mr. P.
There are procedures that involve chokes, and levers and cables, not to mention gears and tines.
Tomorrow I am, God willing, going to till my garden. It will need to be done again later in the season. This early till is just to discourage the weeds that are thinking about world domination even under cover of darkness as I write this. I hope to show them who is boss right from the get go. Though I'm not going to get too overconfident. I've battled weeds before. They are a formidable foe. And they usually win the war late in the gardening season, when they just plain wear you OUT. Though by then, hopefully your vegetables are big enough to fight back a little on their own and finish out their growth. It's those early skirmishes that must be won.
I'm beginning my campaign early this year, because as so often happens here in February, we get a week or ten days of impossibly wonderful weather. It might even convince you to throw some seeds in the ground. But trust me. Not long from now it will be freezing and snowing again. But until then. . . I'm kicking butt and taking names in the garden.
(Your overconfidence will be your undoing.)
And your snarkiness is going to give you wrinkles.
You could end up looking like this… { }
(Let's just see what the garden looks like in August. I've seen this movie before.)
Crap. I think I hear the weeds cheering out there in the dark. Don't encourage them!
(My money is on the weeds.)