Chapter 29. I'll Huff and I'll Puff...

But no air is actually coming out so you're safe.

Dig. Hack, wheeze. Dig. Hack, wheeze, okie blow. Ad infinitum. I dig and I dig and the hole, she ain't growin! I'm SICK and I dig, and the hole she ain't growin! Tain't fair!

Yeah go ahead and make fun of me for digging and wheezing and accomplishing pretty much nothing. The hard part is actually walking across the yard to the MASSIVE pile where the dirt is accumulating, carrying a heavy shovel full of dirt and swinging it HARD against the pile so that the sticky crap dislodges itself from the shovel. Anyway, go ahead and laugh, but this summer when I have a cute pond, you will eat those snickers! No wait...I didn't mean you get candy....

Oh well. The little chardettes are surviving, and the peas too, and the green beans, the last being still  indoors. I sprinkled some Russian kale seeds from my friend Vera out with the chard and peas. I hope they come up and I can tell them from the weeds, cuz the weeds is comin in fast!

I have no idea why I'm writing in some kind of vernacular today, nor do I know what vernacular it even is. I'm sick, pity me!