Now i'd like to tell you I was busy hauling firewood, or putting hay in the barn, but no, I was henpecked into moving flower pots.
But they were manly flower pots, not the frail, fake pottery type. These are concrete. And for some reason they need to migrate from the front porch to the back porch about as often as my wife changes shoes. (Hmmm.....might be a connection.)
Resistance was futile, and as usual, the cub fired right up so the, hefty flower pots were moved. Tractor was placed back in the shed, and I promply walked back in the house and turned on ESPN. Things we do to keep the kitchen open.
