That’s less than half of the sugar cane on the bed when Gretchen wondered, “What was I thinking?”
Nervous Nellie thought it was great fun, running up and down the cane bed as I was digging it. The other dogs got bored and went home.
Gretchen cut almost all of the cane with her machete. (She didn’t approve of my axe.)
Guess who got to carry all of it to the cane bed (hint: not her).
Maybe some big armadillos did that?
Or a John Deere armadillo.
What she has on the golf cart is just a bit for grinding to make a little cane syrup. The rest is for planting a bigger crop next year.