I had planned to go to the community garden early this morning, while it's still cool. Last Wednesday, I picked the purple hull peas, but there were many more on the vines that were not ready. Knowing I couldn't get back to them until today, I asked another gardener, an ag instructor who has a "crew" of students, to pick my peas if he saw them ready and add them to his own total (we're required to keep track of how many pounds of food we donate), but I don't know if he got around to it.
While The Husband was getting ready to go to work, I put on some gardening clothes and told him my plan to go to the garden. He reminded me that we're expecting a delivery today, a big metal culvert to replace the one that's rusted at the entrance to the field. The spring rains washed out a huge hole around the culvert, preventing the farmer from accessing the field. It's probably already too late for the farmer to plant his soybeans, but the situation needs fixing ASAP; maybe he can put winter wheat in that field.
Anyway....
I'm supposed to be here to show the delivery guy where to put the culvert. No clue what time he's coming. The Husband said the guy is supposed to call him when he's on his way. I suggested he give me the dude's number so I could call him and tell him to call ME when he's on his way.
I just got hold of the guy. It'll be two hours or more before he gets here. Looks like I'll be picking peas this morning, after all.
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