"There's a hole in the bucket, Dear Liza, Dear Liza..." Honestly, why would anyone save a bucket without a bottom? It can't be repaired. Beyond repair, rusted beyond salvation, bottomless - and yet, it was stored behind the barn because we just can't throw things away in this family.
I was filling big plastic water jugs so I could transport water to the big field - we don't have a well out there and the canal is too murky. I needed another big container so I grabbed a blue heavy plastic 25 L tank from the barn and started to fill it with the hose. It seemed to be taking forever to fill so I took a closer look. There, written very neatly in English, was the work "cracked" with an arrow pointing to an 8-inch long irreparable crack halfway up the side. Why write this little note? It must have been intended for me! Why did he not just throw out the faulty container? Of what use is this tank? There's a hole in the bucket!
I managed to transport 50 L of water with the wheelbarrow so I could spray herbicide around the wheat fields. We don't spray inbetween the rows but just around where the weeds encroach upon the outer rows. I sprayed the slopes with leaf killer to control the weeds but keep the roots intact and prevent erosion. I think I inhaled a few liters of it too - the mask was so uncomfortable so I opted to poison myself. :)
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