We'll Hybridize Cubic Grapes Next

So this weekend Dad was off call, which means he was hard at work apparently booby-trapping the backyard. He's replacing some of the more rotten railroad ties holding our house on the mountain, and he got about halfway through replacing a couple of the stairs. WHICH I DIDN'T KNOW, so when I wandered down to check out my garden I stepped on a loose tie and did a full-on slapstickly pratfall. Twisted up my leg and landed right on my ass bone. Now I'm all bruised and all those bits of muscle and tissue in my leg are protesting the sudden stretching they got.

This is what I get for gardening at a 45-degree angle.

I'll get back at him, though. I'll turn the sprinklers on one day while he's messing around in his fledgling vineyard. Or I'll just move one of his stakes slightly to the left--that'll bug him at least as much.*

In other garden news, my radishes sprouted! Fittingly enough, one of the varieties I've planted is called "Easter egg." Nicely timed, radishes.

Anyway. That's some gardening news for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go sit on a cold pack.


*OCD Vineyards: We guarantee each bottle is made with EXACTLY 500 grapes!