Twenty minutes. That’s how much time I have to belt out a quick post before my bus blows past me. I am amazed that in the post graduation world, there continue to be time constraints and stress. Whoodda thunk?
Today I will go to the garden and see how things are faring. No doubt we will have eleventeen hundred radishes the size of ogres waiting to be pulled.
Let me tell you something.
I hate radishes.
And yet, every year, I carefully plant them in neat little rows and get so excited when they emerge from the ground, each its very own little miracle. Radishes are the gardener’s ego snack. They are a sure bet. They are fast growers and need little effort. They also, incidentally, taste like ass.
Today I will pull all of them out of the garden, like I should have done weeks ago, to make room for something slightly more edible. I’ll also check the potatoes, which have been decimated by the Colorado potato beetle (Grr, smash, rar) and speak sweetly and encouragingly to my beloved tomato plants.
All one hundred and seven of them.
It’s kinda like that lady that had octoplets. Only with tomato plants, and I didn’t, like, actually carry them in my belly. Hmmm. Nothing like that lady, actually. Except in the freakish too much of a good thing kind of way.
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