Cattlemen for Cancer Gala Benefit tonight.
I peered through the trees and saw folks gathered around the retaining wall of Barnabas House. Curious as to what they were up to, I headed over thataway.
Terry and Alan sat in camp chairs monitoring the progress of the project, which quickly revealed itself to be a 3' X 5' raised-bed garden plot that Barry and Michael were building.
Sterling perched on the grass offering helpful comments.
I agreed the chosen spot was ideal--lots of sun and good drainage, but offered the observation that the 15 plants they had spread out along the retaining wall (3 pepper plants, 3 squash, 1 tomato, and I forget what all else) might prove a little ambitious for the tiny plot.
"Oh, ye of little faith," Barry said. "Wait, and be amazed."
Well, maybe Barry knows something I don't. I always pass on my copies of the Mother Earth News to him, but can't claim to have always read every article therein.
"So, Andrew," I asked, "how come you're loafing around while Michael and Barry do all the work?"
Andrew lifted his eyebrows and peered down at me with his best "Polish professor" countenance.