Friday, March 17, 2017

Potato

Potatoes planted. Two nice straight trenches, ready for Spring. And I think Saint Patrick appreciates the effort, the cold rain and the general all round sacrifice some of us have made to observe his Saint's Day. It's now raining that kind of rain that gives newly planted Potatoes a warm welcome.

Meanwhile the End Times are on course for sometime probably next year. There's a whole bunch of stuff that makes no sense at all, a sure sign there's an Apocalyptic Horseman sharpening his scythe. "Fake News" I don't know but not the time to sit around and yearn for a savior.

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