Featherbaby
Chillin' In The Garden
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- Apr 26, 2011
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Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away....I was planting and pruning when it started to rain. Now a real gardener isn't going to run for cover just because a few drops of rain dampen their hair, right? So I kept planting. It began to rain harder. I tried to finish up that one area so I could go inside, shower and call it a day. As luck would have it, I was wearing some thick bluejean shorts that were sort of loose on me. The rain continued to soak my clothes until the shorts were soaked and too heavy to stay up. My hands were too dirty to grab them as they hit the ground around my ankles. So there I stood with a full moon toward the river ( 5 ft. away) and tee shirt plastered to my torso. At this point, pulling them up wasn't going to work, so I calmly stepped out of them and walked into the house with as much dignity as a bottomless, 58 year old fat lady could muster. I don't know if there were any boaters nearby. I don't know if my neighbors observed this comedy of errors. It was best I didn't know. I stayed in the house for the next few days ready to swear that it must have been my cousin they saw the other day if they mentioned it. I wish I'd known about the holiday, I could have added that to my explanation. Oh well, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.