Gardening requires lots of water - most of it in the form of perspiration.
(Lou Erickson)
Last weekend, the bride and the ole fat ranch hand went tooth and toenail after the forest jungle of weeds in the flower beds around the bunkhouse. (Then took two days off for the ache/pains to subside enough to contemplate the next "move"?)
This morn's dawn invoked the soothing auditory blanket of rain as it cascaded from the roof onto the ground. The heaven sent moisture peppered thru the budding tree leaves and whispered to the fallen leaves below in order to softly wick to the thirsty soil.
The cycle of nature continues thru its millennial journey of seasons. Life is renewing.
This week the ritual planting of the Tin Star vegetable garden shall occur thus signalling the onset of our annual waltz with voracious deer, invading insects, and the ever pending specter of drought.
Ya gotta reckon that a safe bet is a man should never plant a garden bigger than his wife can take care of?
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