We put in several hours in the yard today – making only a small dent in what needs to be done but, hey - you have to start somewhere.
I was raking leaves that had accumulated since we raked last fall and Burl was tilling in the garden. We have lettuce that’s almost ready to pick but for some reason the green beans he planted are not to be found (sorry Robin!) – so he decided to till it up and plant again.
At one point he stopped the tiller and called me over to show me why we probably aren’t getting beans – moles! In fact he had unearthed one of those little suckers who just a few minutes earlier was probably plotting his next attack on our yard. I diagnosed the cause of death as Tiller Trauma.
I told Burl that after seeing his little butt (the mole’s butt – not Burl’s!), I now know what we’re growing………….
……………are you ready for this one?……………
Mole-asses!
That was horrible! Just horrible!
No green beans! How will I ever make it through the summer without Burl’s green beans? I may need to take a sick day today and not go to work. This news is traumatic! Is it too late to plant more (after you kill all the moles)?