Pioneer

Well our garden is in and I’m finding I still don’t have time to tend it well. I would have made a horrible pioneer.

I probably wouldn’t have even remembered to bring seeds and I’d have to go try to beg seeds off the neighbors. I can hear it now:

“Excuse me Uriah, I seem to have left my seeds back in Philidelphia. Would you have any to spare?”

“You hear that everybody?!?!? Steve doesn’t have any seeds! Tell you what, if you want seeds you can visit my outhouse tomorrow morning.”

And then the prayer hall would erupt with laughter.

They would have written that poem about the pioneers on the next homestead.