A mountain of gold - pure gold!
Woody's Dad works at a local stable, mucking out, feeding horses and so on, which gave the Allotment of Champions access to a hill of excellent excrement. With a little effort, we managed to shift several bins of the stuff over to the allotment, where it sits, steaming and ready to be spread.
Round two will commence in a couple of weeks, when we can get access to this filthy pile of goodness once again.
The horses were nice too. I was a bit wary of being kicked in the face though, so I didn't venture around the arse end.
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posted by Stephen Griffin @ 9:51 am
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hi steve, thank you for not mentioning that i nearly slipped over face first into a lake of horse piss or i got my car stuck in the mud. see you for round two and a greasey fry up afterwards!
woody
You people make me sick, waltzing into the private and confidential world of the GOURD/SQUASH or CUCURBIT. I bet you don't know your Dunlace from your Lola, let alone an Uchiki Kuri from a Kentucky Field. 'Die Welt ist die Gesamtheit der Tatsachen, Nidht der Dinge'. Bring it on, The Tidbury Turnip!!!!!
Hey Rübe, sie können nicht ein Haar auf Ihrem Kopf wachsen. Wie planen Sie, Gemüse zu wachsen?
A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot-
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not-
Not God! in gardens! and when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
'Tis very sure God walks in mine.....
Thomas Edward Brown. 1830-1897.
Bet you 6 fresh Plymouth Rock Bantam eggs my marrows bigger than yours. Tidbury!!!!!!!!!!!
Right Turnip, prepare to go face down in horse piss - Woody style - as we at the Allotment of Champions school your arse and swell marrows to gargantuan proportions, the likes of which you have never seen!
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth?
Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.
- Henry David Thoreau
Come get some!
i see the banta of "the tidbury turnip" and "the allotment of champions" JUST WATCH OUT FOR THE "WOODWARD WHOPPER" PREPARE TO QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS AT THE SIZE OF MY CREATIONS,
Now, now did you not consider the majic and might of brave organic craggle and his lumpsome gorge of garganteous marra's.
"Beware he who does not be wary of a man who plants under the cycle of the moons"
OC - 1453
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