Yes indeed.... the eyes have it. That is a brand new pitchfork I am holding. This is a proud moment in history.... mine anyway. When you grow up and get your own fork, then you will understand.
Now when there is mulch to toss and compost to turn.... I will be prepared. No more will I toil with a mishapen tool not meant for the task at hand. I now have the power that few can appreciate.
You may be saying to yourself..... "self.... why is he so happy about a garden tool? I wish he would just show us those sweet melons again.... stupid blog."
To those of you that know me well, you are used to this. I am often excited about things most people find to not be worthy of second thought. Or things which I waste my time on when I can buy it at the store.
Well friends, the end of the civilized world could crash down at any given moment. It will be at that point that you should seek out those with pitchforks and chickens and follow. We will be there with our eggs and vegetables to help. I cannot confirm that there won't be an "I told you so" waiting, but we will have eggs and trash can skills to sooth you bruised egos.
In other news there has been alot of interest in the TCPGA. While waiting for the annual membership drive, you should find a nice can and dig out those spuds that are in the pantry from the last time your mom bought you groceries. We will post a photo journal in a few weeks.
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