weeds

Dad made us walk beans last night after supper. I haven't done that in ages. (I didn't really miss it either...) But it was a nice night, and the beans were dry, and there weren't any aphids so it wasn't too bad.

I got a blister, and then the rough handle of my hoe ripped it open. ow. It's a little tender today. I still hate horse weeds and butter prints. (giant ragweed and velvetleaf for the horticulturally inclined)

So today at work they had a seminar and I got to listen to a lady talk about how she worked in Antarctica for six summers. It sounded amazing. But it made me really cold... I think I'll eat lunch outside today...