Blogroll Breakdown: Chiot’s Run

Last week I began running down my list of favorite gardening blogs.  Up next: Chiot’s Run.

This is where I go when I need a 20 second vacation. I can imagine I’m collecting sap from trees, or musing on my favorite pair of clippers…tending bees, or finishing up a new afghan.

{Read: all things that don’t happen in this stage of my life, and many of which would be forbidden by the HOA in my little corner of suburbia. }

*Sigh.*

Chiot’s Run is another wealth-of-information site. In fact, I found it years ago on The Google searching for some simple how-to. And this site continues to teach me a ton.

Just a couple weeks ago, after I had planted my onions, Susy posted this post on how she plants hers. And I shouted at the screen OH THAT’S HOW YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO IT.

 

{Have we met?  Hi, I’m Holly and I have a nitrogen problem.}

*Double sigh.*

There’s always next year.

However, I do have one bone to pick with Susy. If you read along you know what I mean when I say: mouse face.

On her carpet.

Not mouse head, not decapitated mouse body…not any other part of mouse, but face.

 

I still can’t get that picture out of my head.

Not cool, Susy, not cool.

I don’t make David look at gardening blogs. I made him look at that post.

And then I flashed it up to him time and again and we giggled as if we were both back in the fourth grade.

 

On second thought, maybe Susy did us all a favor…maybe “mouse-facing” people should be, like, a thing…

Cut off in traffic?  Mouse-faced.

Holding two toddlers and rude guy at post office doesn’t hold door for you?  Mouse-Faced.

A Mr. Wilson leaves a tacky comment on your blog post?  MOUSE-FACED.

I’m not linking to the specific post FOR OBVIOUS REASONS, however, I do highly recommend a visit to her site and a healthy scroll.  But if you get mouse-faced…well, you were warned.

Thanks, Susy!

{Edited to add the mouse face link: here.  And only because David said “C’MON you have to link to it!”  But no hate mail because you’ve been warned: there are some things you just can’t un-see.}