Shovels At The Ready!

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We gathered on the grassless village green. Shovels at the ready, hoes shiny and bright, wheelchairs oiled and beer on ice in the barrel. The idea was to prep the land for grass seed. I should have left the beer in the pub! I spread everyone out in a line and we began to work our way from one end to the other, hoeing and turning the soil with shovels while the sun beat down and the wind lifted the hair on the back of our necks. We worked and sang and whistled our way through an hour of scraping and shallow digging. BEER BREAK suddenly rang out in the air and all utensils hit the ground in unison! Mad Meg - all tiny feet and hands and wild hair flitted about handing out bottles and talking a mile a minute to her 'spirit guides' who apparently, were criticizing our manual efforts to bring some green to our village green. Walleyed Tom, of the wandering eyeball and busy hands, engaged himself in searching rather furtively, all the open pockets of the ladies he could creep up on unawares, looking I think, for a bottle opener! He seemed so disappointed when I showed him how to twist the cap off his beer bottle! Oddly, the ladies seemed a little disappointed too! LOL You realize of course, that now that the beer was no longer off limits, the work for the day was done? Everyone lolled about under the willow trees while Mad Meg fought off Tom's 3 beer efforts to catch her hair between his busy hands and whistle through it. An old game they've been playing with each other since they were children. That's nearly 75 years now! Our resident horticulturalist informed us that her seedlings were ready for planting on the morrow, and with that bit of news everyone drifted home. Later that night I took our rototiller over to the green and finished the job. The seeds are in and now it's up to Mother Nature to rain on our efforts. Mad Meg of course, was taking her habitual nocturnal flit around the village, chasing away 'bad mojo' and casting protection spells around the town for the night. I nearly had to slap her to convince her I was real and not some evil spirit come to undo all the work the residents had done that day. Tomorrow if it doesn't rain, we will plant the seedlings around the green and hope for the best. Stay tuned.