Sunday, November 29, 2009

Slave to the Shovel

Shovel, o shovel, what must I do?
700 ft of water soaked earth
is not enough for you.
raise the beds high!!
raise the beds high!!
or the tulips and ranunculus will DIE.
but my back, I say,
my back has lost feeling
and my hamstring is burning
and i just want to rest.
Rest is overrated, slave.
Dig deep! dig deep! and let the mud fly
or the tulips and ranunculus will DIE

So let's just say the shovel has been my best friend of late AND impromptu poetry is probably not my thing. I got lucky today though and convinced Stuart he should help me finish planting the remaining bulbs.
Just some iris left to go. Another few lucky notes pictured below.

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