Mmm, Radishes
Aug. 31st, 2005 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielHave been dusting this morning. My god! You could plant crops on the bottom shelves of the end tables.
It's not just dust anymore; it's dirt.
And I dusted not that long ago, too!
It will get even worse now since a lot of the fields that had things in them have been harvested. When the wind really picks up, whole fields will move miles.
Bleh.
Reminds me of the story in Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle in which one girl did not like to bathe. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle instructed the parents to let her get as dirty as she wanted and then plant radish seeds on her in the night. Soon they were pulling tiny radishes out of the dirt that had layered on her face and arms from not bathing. Eventually, the little girl started taking baths again. Can you blame her? I wouldn't want someone gardening me.
It's not just dust anymore; it's dirt.
And I dusted not that long ago, too!
It will get even worse now since a lot of the fields that had things in them have been harvested. When the wind really picks up, whole fields will move miles.
Bleh.
Reminds me of the story in Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle in which one girl did not like to bathe. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle instructed the parents to let her get as dirty as she wanted and then plant radish seeds on her in the night. Soon they were pulling tiny radishes out of the dirt that had layered on her face and arms from not bathing. Eventually, the little girl started taking baths again. Can you blame her? I wouldn't want someone gardening me.
