If You Recall from Our Last Episode, The Pumpkin Caught in the Tree Required a Little Hammock to Protect Its Stalk. (Here It Rests Comfortably) Problem is, I Believe Him to Be One of Those Two-Hundred Pound Mammoths That Mr. Bitterman Insisted on Buying This Year As He Wanted a Jack-O-Lantern That "Made a Statement." (Well, Hernia or Not, HE'S the One Who Is Going to Be Hefting This Sunzabitch Around Come October.) Bitterman Has Also Taken to Sowing Fries Along the Sidewalk, All in the Hopes of Attracting New "Crow Buddies" to the Yard. (Thank God He's Not Thinking That Sowing These Would Reap Potatoes. We'd Have to Get Him Into One of Those Presidential Cognitive Tests.) ("That, my good sir, is an Elly-font!") One of the Crows is Spelling Out Words in the Fries. With this "Ey!" We're Starting to Call Him "The Fonz." Here is The Fonz, Beginning His Daily Message to Mr. Bitterman. It Has Progressed Beyond "Ey," To Chemical Formulas Necessary for Nuclear Fusion. We Might Be Onto Something Here. Meanwhile, Everything is Growing At a High Rate of Speed. The Pumpkins Had to Be Cut Back As They Were Blocking the Water From Everybody Else. And, We've Got a Beautiful Collection of Cucumbers Going. (Not That You Can See Them.) Wait a Minute. Oh, There They Are ... (I Keep Losing Them Among the Ornamental Squash.)
Onto the Garden!
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