I dedicate this one to all my gardening fellows who know they’ve planted something in the wrong place, or to all those who have lost track of a seed or two: it could be worse. If you don’t believe me, try this 1938 headline
“Lad grows corn in nostril; Dad plows it under.”
Yes, it’s true. You can read all about it here.
My local paper, the Bozeman Chronicle, turns a respectable 100 this year. To celebrate this momentous occasion, every day it reprints several short articles drawn from its archives for that date. That was one of today’s.
My husband suggested I call this “A Nose for Gardening.” Or perhaps, “S’not what it used to be.”
Me, I keep thinking that the story gives a whole new meaning to “In your face!”
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