Went by the garden this afternoon to work on turning that bale of peat moss into the soil in order to loosen up some of the clay. Funny thing, though, about springtime in the northwest: occasionally, it rains. The downpour today was sudden and unexpected, and as I pulled into the parking lot with the windshield wipers on high speed I was still considering working. As I saw our neighbors Mr and Mrs Smeltzer and their two sons come sloshing around the corner of the shed, soaked to the proverbial bone, I changed my mind.
Went home.
--It's Fosco, Dammit!
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