Don't garden like me.
Oh I have a bountiful garden. Sometimes its more than we can harvest. The okra gets enormous before I can cut it. My tomatoes are a jungle and are splitting. The cucumbers have taken over the fail squash cages. Have I mentioned I'm choking on cucumbers? And peppers. SO many peppers!
So here is the part of my story where the title of this post becomes relevant.
I was having a great dream. And in my dream my good friend P. Allen Smith (because yes we were best buds in my dream) had come to my house. He was just about to lay out all the plans and renovations that would turn my secret garden into a micro-farm makeover. He had blueprints rolled up in his hand. We were surveying the property. I was about to receive some divine gardening inspiration...... when the rooster crowed.
See in my dreams, I never hear the crowing as crowing. No in my dreams, the crowing always sounds like someone screaming in pain. I tend to think someone is hurt out in our woods or being attacked. I always wake with a start and the much loved by my husband "What was THAT!?"