Vincent had spent just over six weeks measuring the garden he was intending to dig. He had driven stakes into the ground and outlined the garden with string. It was going to be huge.
It’s huge, said Vincent, because apart from the regular vegetables I also like to grow plants that crawl and take up a lot of space. Pumpkins, for example. One plant takes up an enormous amount of ground. And watermelons.
People walking by would stop, not quite in awe but at least in admiration.
It’s going to take me a long time to dig, said Vincent. If you’re going to do something it pays to do it carefully and properly. They taught us in the military to mind the 5 P’s: Prior planning prevents piss poor performance. There are always detractors ready to scoff. Just wait until they stand at the fence on a hot day with their tongues hanging out wanting a slice of a cool cantaloupe.
How Vincent could talk for hours to the people passing by! No wonder it had taken him six weeks thus far to measure up the plot he was going to dig. In fact, he was such a blabbermouth it was a wonder he had managed to drive in the seventy or eighty garden stakes measuring the perimeter of his proposed garden.
The day always ended the same when in the evening the hospital nurse came to gather up the stakes and bring him inside.
That nurse has got some nerve!
Not a bad hobby to have in a hospital… It’s good to see the 5P’s put to good use BTW.
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With the P’s – which I learnt from you – it shows you how long ago I wrote the story!
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I think I remember saying you would incorporate them somewhere. Great story.
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The character of Vincent has been capably drawn. The climax affords immense relief to the storyline. All this time as Vincent drove those stakes carefully into the ground, I shivered with the latent fear that our hero could be a gravedigger.
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Alas poor Yorick! It wasn’t going to be a grave digger. But I myself didn’t know either until the ending was typed out!
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Oh I do like a happy ending. I started off thinking he might be digging a burial plot. Maybe his own. But a huge garden in the mind is well worth creating. You don’t have to worry about watering the plants, mulching, pruning etc. I think Vincent should have a gardening show on TV.
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You’re the second person to have suspected grave-digging! A TV gardening show for Vincent is a good idea – as long as the assistant nurse was transgender because we wouldn’t want to give weight to stereotypes.
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At least he’s not in grave danger
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I dig your comment.
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I’m glad you haven’t lost the plot
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Stony silence…
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I’m waiting for something engrassing
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What a clever ending! and a perfect way to keep an inmate occupied for days on end!
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Thanks Noelle. Let’s hope one day they find a cure for such things…
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I doubt there will ever be a cure for gardening. I live in hope!
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Poor Vincent!
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Perhaps the world was never meant for one as beautiful as Vincent…
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