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June 13, 2013
Back to the present and still hitched,
having seldom bitched.
This vacay was to be less strenuous
or ambitious than previous jaunts,
and would therefore mean culling fewer wants.

Davey H had been out planting tiny cucumber seedlings until 11:30 the night prior to departure, and this out-of-the-ordinary act felt good and right.

Plant at night; plant at night!
Help those tiny plants to fight;
shoot tender shoots
with all their might!
Donít let them be baked by light!
Hot sun, no fun, itís only right!

But that bright sun was not to be;
neither hide nor hair of honeybee!