HowwwwwwDEEEEEE! It's me! Aunt Agnes and Ah am as happy as a boar hawg in a pen fulla brood sows! We went out into the garden that Uncle Mac's Shed is the shed therefore, if you catch my drift, and WE all have a SURPRISE for YEW! Woooo Hoooo! Can all Y'all guess what it is? Ah'll give yew a hint, its what's fer dinner!
Yummy turnips!
Yew can boil' em,
You can broil 'em,
'cause they's turnips!
Steam 'em in a pot!
Skewer 'em for shish - ka - bob,
Yew can eat 'em cold or hot!
They's turnips, yummy turnips!
They's hunnerts in the plot!
Shoot Ah'm so gosh dern excited Ah might just do a fandango right here and now! Here Ah go!
[ Uncle Mac's editorial note: There followed a mercifully brief interval wherein Agnes, a butt in one hand and a Lone Star in the other, a turnip clenched between her, uh, tooth broke into a kind of manic buck and wing. We had recorded this, but destroyed the only copy. There are some things one simply does not do to the readers.]
Whew! Well now, gotta ketch ma breath...Ain't quite as young as I useta be...
WHO SAID "NEITHER ARE THE PYRAMIDS?"
Well anyway folks that's the latest gardening triumph here at the shed. Looks like peas and cabbage are right around the bend, we'll keep yew posted!
