I hope I get stung by only one bee this summer. If this happens, that means that I stuck to the bee philosophy, courtesy of Jack Handy. He's a genius friends, and a champion of doing.
He says: "Whenever anyone says “I can’t,” it makes me wish he’d get stung to death by about ten thousand bees. When he says “I’ll try,” five thousand bees. (“I can,” one bee.)"
Hence, I only expect one bee sting for the rest of my life...unless I get stung once each time I say "I can!" In that case, at least its not all at once. Anyway, I started out a few weeks ago saying, "I'll try." Here was the result:
Two days (yes, I'm a weakling) of shoveling and raking fresh ground to arrive at this sad little patch of dirt. It has pea seeds in it, but they probably said "I can't." Or more likely, "Oh, hell no!" I don't expect much of them. So I moved onwards and upwards to this:
Boom. Done. I'm going to try. Damn. What I meant to say was, I can. This also has pea seeds started, and radishes too. I hope they have a better attitude about growing here.
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