Wuuuuve… twuuuu wuuuve…
Wuuuve… twwuu wuuve…
Dave’s having conniptions over at his place… “SHE DIDN’T POST MY COMMENTS!! See?! See?! She’s a blocker too!!! What a hypocrite!!”
Heh. The guy is so fun to wind up. And I don’t even have to do anything. Just spend a day digging the garden and not blogging. It looks like I’ve got my very own pet novusordoist papologist.
Anyway, yeah. I did manage to get nearly all the yard chores done yesterday before a big storm hit. Turned over my compost and built a little fence of stakes I pounded straight into the ground to separate the almost-done compost from the new leaves and stuff; hauled away about ten more tarp-loads of leaves, raked up all the rest of the leaves, yanked up another bucket’s worth of the damn lilac hedge roots and finished turning over the veg bed. Almost skewered my foot on an old and very rusty iron rake. (Got a nice neat little hole in my Wellie but didn’t break the skin, or I’d be blogging from the Norcia prontosoccorso while waiting for my tetanus shot.) The little veg bed, about 8 feet long and 3 wide, is almost ready. I’ve got to build a low wattle fence and buy some netting to keep the birds and kitties out of it, then I think it’s going to be squash and beans and tomatoes.
But all that has left me utterly, utterly dog-tired. I think the last time I did that I was 22. Well, boys n’ girls, I ain’t 22 no more. So, the rest of the day is going to be spent enjoying our little bit of sun and going to bed early.
If Francers or anyone does anything wacky, I’m sure someone will text me and we can get to it later.