That’s less than half of the sugar cane on the bed when Gretchen wondered, “What was I thinking?”

Bed, covers, bedded.

Nervous Nellie thought it was great fun, running up and down the cane bed as I was digging it. The other dogs got bored and went home.

Gretchen cut almost all of the cane with her machete. (She didn’t approve of my axe.)

What was I thinking?

Guess who got to carry all of it to the cane bed (hint: not her).

How much more cane?

Maybe some big armadillos did that?

About to pull the covers over.

Or a John Deere armadillo.

Bedded down.

What she has on the golf cart is just a bit for grinding to make a little cane syrup. The rest is for planting a bigger crop next year.

-jsq

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