Pitching In

The community garden is beautiful! Two months ago, I felt like the Little Red Hen.

"Who will help me dig the beds?" said I.
"Not I," said the Rooster, busily checking email.

"Who will help me plant the seeds?" said I.
"Not I," said the Goose, raising her eyes from a sheaf of papers.

Lately, I've been the Goose... and yet the garden is lush and green and full of food. Everyone has pitched in to plant and water and weed.

Soon, we'll harvest our first crop: basil. Pesto, here I come.