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wroughtn_harv
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Re: My wife\'s pot garden....
<font color=blue>I love that first planter. What did it start out as?</font color=blue>
Well, there's a story, there's always a story with me you understand......
There I was in Collin County Steel glad handing John and the help. I saw that tank bell sitting there in the corner. I was like a kid with his first opportunity to look at a Playboy.
The old weldor there is an Amish looking fella. He's one of the good guys. You know so many people are so afraid that if they tell you anything then you'll for sure be smarter than them. He isn't like that. He's one of these guys who's more than glad to share all he knows and not put off if'n you don't do the same. Of course I strongly suspect most of us will have to come back learning welding as babes at least three times if we want to know just what he's forgotten.
I started babbling about how kewl that tank end was and all the things man could do with it. He asked me to grab one end as he grabbed the other. I asked where we were going with it. He told me my truck. I asked how much it would cost. He gave me that look I'm sure he's perfected on the graduates of stupid school he's known.
I tripped and stumbled over that darn thing for a year or two. Then Miss Glenda one day mentioned she needed some more space for another tomato plant or two. The next day I figured out how to have her a pot garden and me not have something big to trip over quite so often.
She can roll it around when she mows all by herself. And it is a neat topic of conversation. Of course she ducks her head when I call it a pot garden. She's a lady.
<font color=blue>I love that first planter. What did it start out as?</font color=blue>
Well, there's a story, there's always a story with me you understand......
There I was in Collin County Steel glad handing John and the help. I saw that tank bell sitting there in the corner. I was like a kid with his first opportunity to look at a Playboy.
The old weldor there is an Amish looking fella. He's one of the good guys. You know so many people are so afraid that if they tell you anything then you'll for sure be smarter than them. He isn't like that. He's one of these guys who's more than glad to share all he knows and not put off if'n you don't do the same. Of course I strongly suspect most of us will have to come back learning welding as babes at least three times if we want to know just what he's forgotten.
I started babbling about how kewl that tank end was and all the things man could do with it. He asked me to grab one end as he grabbed the other. I asked where we were going with it. He told me my truck. I asked how much it would cost. He gave me that look I'm sure he's perfected on the graduates of stupid school he's known.
I tripped and stumbled over that darn thing for a year or two. Then Miss Glenda one day mentioned she needed some more space for another tomato plant or two. The next day I figured out how to have her a pot garden and me not have something big to trip over quite so often.
She can roll it around when she mows all by herself. And it is a neat topic of conversation. Of course she ducks her head when I call it a pot garden. She's a lady.
