Saturday, May 28, 2011

Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel

The big planting bed has become so overrun with dill weed that the only thing for it is to turn the earth — plow everything under, and start again. Only we haven’t got a plow. We have shovels.

D has got the job mostly-done by the time I manage to set heel to spade; but after even my brief stint of digging, the aroma is so mighty that I’m left feeling rather like I’ve just worked second shift at the pickle factory.

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