Your correspondent may well have spent much of the past four months complaining about the appalling weather, the political circumstance, his declining capacities, his teeth, his struggle to eat lunch without becoming psychotic, his rejection of Saint Patrick as the go to patron saint for Potato, but no longer. A bright new golden leaf is to be turned.
It's a simple, familiar story of a non-smoking, elderly neighbor who decided
he'd gained weight as a result of giving up on his annual Tobacco crop. This
year the neighbor is growing Tobacco, and your correspondent will be serving as
apprentice. Got the sticks, thousands of them, ground is ploughed, loan of a
carousel planter secured, seedlings arrive around May 20th.