The frost warning a couple nights ago seemed pretty legit, so I covered these babies.
There’s only one thing that’s more tragic than death by bird, and that’s death by frost. Not sure if my efforts were all for naught or not…but I’m guessing not.
The peas have now been tied up. Next time I do that I will do a little research beforehand as to “how to tie up the peas.” I hear there’s some newfangled way to ask questions…the Noogle? The Woogle? One might think I was 95, and sometimes when it’s cold at night and I ask David to pass me the remote because reaching for it will expose too much of my hand, I join him in thinking I might be 95.
This was pretty much me tying up the peas:
Um, fellas, can I get a little help here?
I have a certain appreciation for the other guys. Notice how there’s only one dude helping him get down, and ALL THE OTHER DUDES have their camera phones out. I am probably all the other dudes. Ok, I am highly likely all the other dudes.
Happy beginning of spring! She’s kind of like hope…she always breaks through, doesn’t she?
