Bottomless Buckets

 
 
4/7/98 
It's 11:35 a.m. and time for a break. 
"A break," you say, "It's almost lunch hour. What the  
heck have you been doing all morning, sleeping late  
because you stayed up all night chatting with  
Canadians?" 
 
First of all, let me tell you that I don't chat. It's  
enough trouble to get this beast up to the speed limit  
to enter the superhighway, let alone remember the  
commands to actually 'talk' to someone in Canada  
(or Pennsylvania), it's only a bicycle compared to all  
your Mercedes and Corvettes. 
 
For your information, I've been planting five-gallon  
buckets. Bottomless, five-gallon buckets. 
Yep, I washed them out first with soap and water  
(recycled pickle buckets that have been stacked in  
the shop for years), then used a circular saw to cut  
the bottom off. The bottom makes a great frisbee if  
you hit the rough edge with a belt sander. 
 
"So, you have been making frisbees all morning?" 
 
No, I cut the bottoms out so I could control the  
comfrey. It was in a good spot next to the ruebarb but  
then Gin brought home two more ruebarb tips a  
friend had given her. We put them on the other side  
of the comfrey. Well, the comfrey is spreading into  
the ruebarb. 
 
I dug two holes in the new, improved herb bed.  
Between two sets of mints. I planted the buckets, the  
bottomless, five-gallon, recycled pickle buckets. I  
added compost, then split the comfrey and set half in  
each plastic prison. I should do it to the mints also,  
maybe later, there are potatoes and onions waiting to  
be put in the ground.