|WHAT A DIFFERENCE A LITTLE MAKEUP MAKES|
Why yes, sometimes I do work in the garden without pants, doesn't everyone? No I'm only kidding of course, I'll yank 'em back on as soon as I get 'em off the ceiling fan.
Why you ask, does a garden shed have a ceiling fan? If you haven't noticed this is a peculiar shed, and that is a long story, and for another day.
Why are my pants on the ceiling fan to begin with? Well they weren't there to begin with they were on me. If it's all the same to you though, enough with my pants! Let's just drop 'em. No, wait now I sound like Uncle Mac. Oh to hell with my pants!
|A FINE FIGURE OF A BOULLE|
We are about to be engulfed by "Frankenstorm", most likely on the 29th so we may have to rescue the little fellows if they begin to suffer from the weather. But I think we can
|AND HERE IS ANOTHER|
Sure hope these are tasty, we have a lot of them!
But here he is, the one you've been waiting for. From parts unknown, (weight unknown), you know him, you love him, you can't get enough of him! The ONE! The ONLY! The round mound in the ground! The classica of brassica! The pick of the litter, our very own Mr. BIG!
|"AND WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE FOR CHRISTMAS, LITTLE PEPPER?"|
Please hold your applause ladies and gentlemen.
I guess you knew that without me telling you.**
Well anyway there he am, big as a ham and he has some pretty hefty bed companions as well.***
We are thinking of having a "Guess the weight of Mr. Big" contest when we finally yank him. Won't that be nice?
We can tell you that Mr. Big is now stable at 21" in girth and there really is little justification for leaving him in the ground other than that he'll keep as well there as anywhere else.
As always, thanks for stopping by and be sure to visit again soon so we can give you yet another turnip update, and tell you how the garden, the shed, and its peculiar inhabitants weathered the storm. Be safe out there!
*We must have "hunnerts" as Agnes would say.
**Although I did hear a chipmunk fart; that might count.
***A lot like Mac in the daze of his yoot.