As I sit on this couch,
I am restless, I beg pardon
Doing nothing makes a grouch,
Perhaps I’ll garden.
Turn up the soil and smooth it,
These two hands I use,
I got drive will use it,
Radish as my muse.
The garden will be guarded
By good ole Watchman Wayne,
Today I will get started,
And plant some kale again.
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Benjamin.
Same thing I did today–go through the seeds under the sink and prepare what’s to be planted for this year 🙂
Yay!
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