Wednesday, June 01, 2005

The Shortest Gardener

Sprout has been helping in the garden recently; I think he has Auntie Bean's green thumb. Hopefully some day he won't find himself working at Home Despot too...

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The wheelbarrow was fun enough, but he was nearly beside himself the day the rototiller man that the neighbour hired let him work the plough (with Daddy's assistance).

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It rained all day today, so I haven't been buzzing around gardening in the dark. Tomorrow should be a good digging day, though, with damp, soft soil. I shall meet my sworn enemy, Campanula (a.k.a. the evil purple bellflower), I shall prevail. It shall feel my wrath, yea, I do swear.


Blogger Eileen said...

I think there is no reason to fear that the Sprout will work at the De-poo. You would have had to expose him to toxic levels of leaded paint fumes at 6 months of age for him to lose that many brain cells. Hmmmm, I wonder where I'd be today with an intact set? I'd be sooo annoyingly smart!

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Blogger Eileen said...

Oh, and we really must discuss fashionable gardening attire...lest you cause irrevocable harm to the boy's psyche. I still cannot block out Aunt Frieda's brown-shorts-purple-nylons-high-step-dancing-to-Me-and-Bobby-McGee phase. Never mind, you'll never achieve that level of horror, even on your worst days. Carry on.

9:16 pm  
Blogger Gwen said...

Oh, bug off! I like my gigantic overalls! :)

And I can happily report that I have never high-stepped to Me n Bobby McGee.

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