Having had 2 months of rain left most of us here in Oklahoma a bit water logged. Those of us that have a garden were worried that we'd have no time to do a restart. And on the day in question, I was out in mine.
It had finally stopped raining long enuff for me to battle the mosquitos and slick clay mud to venture out in it that morning. I wore my house gown and clogs and off into the garden I went. Fully not expecting what was to happen.
After stepping into the onion bed, the ground seemed firm, but as I put the other foot on, it wiggled a little, just ignored that, so I pulled up to full height. And down I sunk into knee deep mud. Without realizing that the hem of my gown was there as well. Sunny day, I was there trying to figure out how to get myself out of it.. pulled my legs free of my clogs and steppd back onto the stones, now diving in with my hands to free my clogs, the gown decided to defy all know logic and off it goes into the blasted mud.
There I stand, mud clear up to my knees, wrestling my clogs out as well, gown is tangled some where in that mess, buck naked, ass to the sun. My father picked that time to drive up and check on me. So up I raised covered in mud around my arms , one clog freed and in my hand, yelling hurray!, and there is my father.
Needless to say, I freed the gown next, and covered myself. I didnt know which one of us was redder, my father or my bum. Which had a nice burn on it for a couple of days, as I was out baring it to the world, for the time it took me to free everything, get the onions off me legs and slip and slide back into the house, with red oklahoma mud everywhere. |
