Tales From The Community Garden – emerydaylife

Two years ago, I joined the local community garden with, as I recall, the lofty notion of teaching my son about where our food came from and the connection between Mother Earth and our happiness, or some such. My husband made ‘friends’ with the man delegated to be the watchman of sorts. I honestly do not know what he did, but everyone hinted that he spent his days in the shed with a fan, portable radio, and plenty of beer. He was shy of women so we never spoke much except for a howdy do, and he abhorred people from Massachusetts. His relationship with my husband soured some when he found out that my husband was born and bred a Masshole. I wonder what would have happened if he found out I was from New York…

Source: Tales From The Community Garden – emerydaylife

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