Yesterday I made a shocking discovery. I was out picking tomatoes, and saw (eyes popping open, then squinting in anger) none other than mower wheel tracks. Right there smack next to the corn, and in between the broccoli.
I wish I took pictures then, because it rained last night . The tracks are gone, but I found out hubby lied. The shock. The horror! My heirloom green plants. Gone.
This morning we had a conversation about the missing green bean plants. They were not just green beans, but heirloom.
"So, do you remember those missing green bean plants?" I asked him. My 12 year-old daughter was in present company.
"Well, your Dad mowed them over and told me he didn't know what happened to them," I said to my daughter.
"Aww! Daaaaaaaaad!" she replies giggling.
"Well, what do you expect when you see a crazy woman with shovels in both her hands, waving them at me from the garden. She was screaming, 'What happened to my bean plant?' and looking pretty mad," said my husband.
My daughter busted out laughing and replied, "I know! She came in the house all freaked out and screaming (more giggling followed by rolling laughter)."
Yes folks, my husband was trying to chase the chickens out of the tomatoes. And with the lawn mower. Right over my heirloom green beans.
It wasn't a rabbit, or deer, or ground hog. It was my husband, who won't ever do that again.
I wish I took pictures then, because it rained last night . The tracks are gone, but I found out hubby lied. The shock. The horror! My heirloom green plants. Gone.
This morning we had a conversation about the missing green bean plants. They were not just green beans, but heirloom.
"So, do you remember those missing green bean plants?" I asked him. My 12 year-old daughter was in present company.
"Well, your Dad mowed them over and told me he didn't know what happened to them," I said to my daughter.
"Aww! Daaaaaaaaad!" she replies giggling.
"Well, what do you expect when you see a crazy woman with shovels in both her hands, waving them at me from the garden. She was screaming, 'What happened to my bean plant?' and looking pretty mad," said my husband.
My daughter busted out laughing and replied, "I know! She came in the house all freaked out and screaming (more giggling followed by rolling laughter)."
Yes folks, my husband was trying to chase the chickens out of the tomatoes. And with the lawn mower. Right over my heirloom green beans.
It wasn't a rabbit, or deer, or ground hog. It was my husband, who won't ever do that again.
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