I never tire of watching O’Pa’s rhubarb plants grow. Every year, they arrive and grow according to nature’s clock. No one would want to create a sit-com or a reality Tee Vee show on that time system.
Uncle Bob is giving me a song and dance about my rain barrels, though, because Uncle Bob has his own clock, too.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t read my blog; I’m sending Herman over this week to snoop around and investigate. We’ll see what happens.
Not today, though. Today is Sunday and it’s a good day to sit on the porch and rest.