So the latest friggin’ blizzard ended on the Cape today, and I walked into Snows-great-hardware-and everything-else store in Orleans, just down Route 6, saw Betsy at the counter, and told her, “I ain’t talking….”
She saw my farm truck and said “Yeah, I figured.” So I picked up a new tablecloth and cotton napkins for a beautiful lady coming from Little Compton, RI, tomorrow, then chose to talk… as I was checking out.
“Damned onion and leek plants from Johnny’s came two weeks ago, about 800 of them, and have to be planted by next week, and the damned ground’s still frozen.”
“I know,” says Betsy. “My garlic came up last week, then turned around and headed back down.”
I drove off and stopped to pick up some cut tulips from some other country to cheer up the dinner table and night stand for my lady from Rhode Island.
You do what you can.
