All this site ever talks about are Italian Grandmas, where’s the appreciation for my Italian Found Grandpas?
I got two neighbours in their 70s and 80s respectively and they’ve both taken a wild interest in my orchard because they both used to plant stuff and now they’re living vicariously through mine, checking on progress, helping out, trying to teach me stuff except most of the time they have wildly different opinions on how to spot bastard branches on tomato plants and I’m living for the drama
We were plowing the field today when one of them asked me why I didn’t have a boyfriend when I’m already 25 and I went “Men are trouble”, you know, like a lesbian, and he just stopped for a second, thought then dipped his hat. “Now, that is true” where else would I get this?
Update, Found Grandpas now planning my future marriage like an heist.
“You like fieldwork, you need to marry the son of a landowner. Lots of land, lots of cultivation. Done! You’re set for life!”
“But he must be dumb.”
“Oh yeah, dumb like a wood plank. So dumb you can do whatever you want.”
“And get the land.”
“And get the land!”
You know what? Bisexual farmer marries landowner himbo is the happy ending I deserve
