Settin' the garden
Then a layer of good rotted muck was place in the trench and one handful per yard (and nee mare) of "tornip manure" was applied. The seed tetties were placed in this trench exactly ten inches apart. Then the line was moved and the whole process repeated across the garden.
Aa was ganin weel and was half way across the patch and came up against the previous year's Brussel sproots. They looked old and finished to me so I pulled them out and hoyed them ower the wall into the close for the tups. Well, the old man nearly had a fit when he found out, as evidently there were two or three sprouts left! The sproots wor histry man – and I came close to joining them!
A month later I was muckin' oot the hemmels when doon the yard came the owld boss, never saying a word and grabbed me lug and hingin on led me up the yard in front of all the other men and into the garden where the tetties were all bursting through in nice neat rows.
He pointed at one which was out of line by a couple of inches and he demanded to know why. I said perhaps the shoot was crooked which seemed a reasonable explanation. Well, I honestly thought he was going to die of apoplexy on the spot. He thundered eventually - "Git oot of me sight"!
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