…title of the April, 1956 issue
Hoo boy, was yesterday ever an ass kicker! I got zero gardening done, but decided to walk back from the nursery where Grace and I went to buy spinach and lettuce seeds. It turned out to be a 3.7 mile walk up and down hills on curvy suburban streets…all at my masochisticly rapid nonstop pace. By the time I got home (at 2:00 pm, a bit over 90 minutes after I started) I was out of action for the rest of the day. My feet were threatening mutiny, my right ankle wanted a divorce (the left ankle just wanted a beer), my thighs were talking smack about my mama and my hips and lower back were sobbing quietly. Aside from some writing, the rest of the day was a write off.
Today, however, I’m rested, refreshed and ready to embark on the beginning of my Fall Garden Jihad! Fear me, weedish infidels! Prepare to be transplanted, you plants that have strayed from the True Path! Let my aim be true with my pruning clippers, hedge trimmers and hoe! Let my chopping and digging bring forth a garden of wonders! Lo, let me FINALLY get the fuckin’ fall greens planted! Aiiii yi yi yi yi!
Ok…time for tea, then toiling in the soil.
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