Despite the fact that I’m hanging my hat in a crackerbox apartment, I have a 20’X 50’ garden plot at my disposal. It’s a little over 2 times the size I planted in Indy.
Today, the weather was cool but gorgeous, so I spent 4 hours tilling, raking, and planted about 1/3 of my stuff. It was way too windy to plant things with little seeds; the breeze was blowing the corn and bean seeds out of the trenches I dug.
I kept my clothes on (no freebie shows of the VunderGut today), and dabbed on a bit of sunscreen on my face. Took breaks, and thought I did OK.
Fast forward to this evening, and I’m in the egg cooler at the grocery store, stocking up on my Atkins foodstuffs. There’s a very familiar feeling of warmth on the back of my neck. Yup, major league sunburn, and to make matters worse, my bald spot got it , too. :eek:
I proudly declare myself a redneck!
Oh, wait…
