You may recall last spring's post about Chet Baker helping me plant lima beans. I had soaked the beans overnight, and they got that beany smell, and Chet thought they needed to be buried, so he planted most of a row with his nose. That time, I was lucky enough to be there with my camera, and to persuade him to keep planting for me.
This year, I was planting string beans, similarly soaked, when I was called to the phone. I had dug the furrow, dropped the beans into it, and had just started covering them up when I had to run to catch the call. When I got back, the row had disappeared. The furrow was gone, and so were the beans.
Investigating further, I discerned the distinctive planting style of Chet Baker, Bean Planter. He considers loose straw to be just as good as soil for planting. Gardeners know that is not true.
Chet Baker.
Yes, Mether.
I see you have a dirty nose again.
What dirty nose? I do not have a dirty nose. I have not been burying anything.
I have been lying here the whole time you were on the phone, watching for bunnehs, like this. It is my job, and I am good at it.
So what happened to my row of beans, Chet Baker? They disappeared. They got planted, and not very well at that.
Oh, that. You found those beans I planted for you! I thought that was a very funny thing to do. I smoked you, didn't I?
There is nothing an American Gentleman enjoys more than a good laugh. It was a good joke, wasn't it?
Yes, Chet Baker, it was a good joke, as doggeh jokes go, and now I am going out to the garden to plant my beans properly.
Would you like some help?
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