where's the okra?

Last Sunday, dad has scheduled weeding for his vegetable garden. Morning came and went with his hired help (uncle bong, his little brother) nowhere in sight. It turned out that he was engaged elsewhere (down at sis, repairing the kitchen skylight, reportedly still reeking of whatever alcoholic beverage he imbibed the previous night; i forgot it was a payday weekend; I should have known better).

Casting a cursory glance at the backyard, true enough, the place was in a pretty bad shape. The okra seedlings were overwhelmed by the fast-growing weeds following the nightly showers over the week.When the sun has almost reached the horizon, I set myself to doing the job myself. Despite the 98% germination claim by "eastwest", i counted a fair number of empty hills. But of course, there's the ant factor. The red ones, at one time, connived to get me out of their comfort zone but I was relentless to get the job done. Barely two hours later, all hills were cleared of weeds and the okra roots aerated.
Though I managed to get the laundry done in between gardening, I have completely lacked the time to bathe Cuchi who has been eyeing me the whole time through the slats of her bungalow.