Well, on the way home from school, Jett and I saw a cabbage truck! Notice the exclamation point. It was an old pickup trailing several rickety wood wagons overfilled with cabbage heads. Now when I say overfilled, I mean to at least twice the height of the wagons. I don’t know why they fill them so high because cabbage casualties around this area are high. You’ll be driving down the road and find a trail of cabbage leaves and heads.  Cabbage roadkill is a common daily occurrence.
So it being a slow and beautiful day, we hung a right and followed the truck down the twisty country road.  Splat…one cabbage. Thunk. Another one goes flying. A country mile and a half dozen cabbage later, it still hasn’t lost its entertainment value. When the cabbage truck arrives at its destination, we make a u-turn to head back and begin the even slower process of spotting and picking all the abandoned cabbages and tossing them into the back of the truck.
I considered making a stir-fry with cabbage for dinner, but instead offered our very appreciative goats a cabbage feast. That’s what I did today.
Hello,
That was really funny, I am reading this for Papou and all he said was “how nice for the goats”. Well anyway, keep these stories coming. I love them. Love–Yiayia