I suspect planting giant Russian cucumbers was a mistake. I hope I live through it (even the chickens won't eat the stuff).
Today has been a good writing day and so a fairly bad for everything else. Someone was out spotlighting last night. I hope it was Richie getting dog-tucker, or we have poachers (I can see about 3 miles of the farm's land from my window - its about 6 by 4 I think.) There are lots of wallaby, but I still don't need either competition or incompetants wounding and making them wary.
I suspect i know what inspired snozzcumbers...
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