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Shoveling snow is like gardening … sometimes a bumper crops up.
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note: I’m glad you have a new laptop Tony.
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Things I’ve Seen With My Own 2 Eyes # 9:
snow-blindness: … I think you can see that.
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Shoveling snow is like gardening … sometimes a bumper crops up.
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note: I’m glad you have a new laptop Tony.
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Things I’ve Seen With My Own 2 Eyes # 9:
snow-blindness: … I think you can see that.
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Just when you think you’ve got all your genetic coding figured out and you think you know who you are … something like “time release DNA” or “retro-chromosomes” kick in and you find yourself … gardening!!! … like your mother!!!
Not as well as your mother, but there is still time.
I turned a blind eye when one brother started canning vegetables … from his garden.
I turned another blind eye when another brother had a dreamy look in his eye while bragging about the free soil he scored from a local mushroom farm.
My sisters? … well … they don’t brag about their gardening exploits like my brothers do.
I’ve run out of blind eyes and can only give myself a squinty look in the mirror when facing the fact that I’m on the slippery slope to enjoying gardening.
My mother would be proud … but critical … and probably trying to plant raspberries.
note: in case you’ve never seen where I live, here’s a photo of the rental plantation.
double note: I don’t know how the van … or cool BBQ got into this photo … honest!
triple note: my next door neighbour is tutoring me in the ways of the garden … and composting.
quadruple note: it’s another night of 2 posts! It must be the weekend … but I always think of it as the strong end.
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Finally got out there and kicked some ass on my front yard!
I always knew it was going to be easy: strong (me) against the weak (them). Nothing is going to get in the way of me and my view. I had the force; those weeds are so easy to flush out, round up, and dump out back where I don’t have to see them. Out back withering and dying by the thousands.
BEFORE
AFTER
Mission Accomplished! Well done!
Now I can just sit inside for the whole season and enjoy the view.
What? It’s not over?
I have to keep going out there for the whole season?
No one told me that!
Maybe my Mom did; but I wasn’t listening 😦
Maybe I should have just left it alone.