Post last updated: December 17th, 2017
A few years back, I worked for a lady lawyer who was always telling me, “You ain’t right.” I laughed it off because I heard the same sentiment, more or less, professed by my near and dear.
It’s getting harder to laugh it off.
See this purple chrysanthemum? It’s Memorial Day and the fool thing is blooming. Even for an early season chrysanthemum, that ain’t right.
See my pineapple patch? In particular, that hole? I recently planted the top from a freshly carved pineapple right next to the other pineapple. You can see that something came out of the woods, dug it up, and made off with it. That ain’t right.
Every year my garden is plagued with squash borers. Now that ain’t right. I have a sibling who lives six hours north of me who never has problems with squash borers. That ain’t right AT ALL.
I’d like to know how you ever get right when all the stuff that ain’t right dogs you like an evil shadow.