That’s less than half of the sugar cane on the bed when Gretchen wondered,
“What was I thinking?”
Bed, covers, bedded.
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.) Continue reading
A bean plant springing up in the gully of its row: