No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!

I live in a small town, on a small road, where small people relish in minding all but their own business. Now all you who know me, (all 10 followers), know that my life is about as colorful as a muddy river in Choctaw county and the only exciting thing to ever happen was a movie about Billy Joe McAllister jumping off a bridge and could , in many ways, be just as likely to happen in this little poe-dunk town. But it didnt, and other that that similarity, nothing has ever- or will ever- happen here.
With all that as a frame of reference, in my little life, I managed last week to carve out a few hours to plow by hand- and I mean with a hand pushed, non-mechanical, non-engine plow- my small garden area to turn the soil so that I may prepare it for my winter garden. I worked hard, broke a sweat, and acquired blisters and skeeter bites in strange places that most assuredly were covered up!

      A few days later I skip with joy (sarcasm) to my garden in order to plant seeds and baby plants to tend for the next few months. Just over the fence my neighbor corners me to inquire about my plants and my tomatoes that mysteriously all died within days of each other from fertilizer burn.

( Im still sore as all get out over that because I never have used chemical fertilizer- which makes it odd that they all died from it- the same kind my neighbor swears by and insisits I use...seeing a pattern yet?) He remarks over my rows and that he noticed lots (millions) of small green sprouts right where I had just hoed and cleared(even though it should have been very clear from the previous weeks worth of clearing). He laughed with his blacked out, cavernous, snaggled tooth grin and informed me that the green sprouts were turnip seeds he had left over and took upon himself to toss haphazardly into my cultivated, tilled, cried over, organic, orderly, nurtured soil. I looked at him with disdain, was sick at my stomach mad, and went inside and fumed!

I have excused him in the past because of his ignorance to the fact that I do not need or desire his assistance. Now he is on mylast nerve! Tomorrow a sign goes up in the garden- far from Mr. McGregors sign warning little rabbits...It will read..." Do Not Touch This Garden or I will Kill you, Bury You, and it will STILL be Organic!!"