Ya know…IT’S COOL, garden. Everybody needs to party once in a while. Everybody needs to cut loose…
{okroar.}
let their hair down…
{This pic does this monster no justice.}
pretend nobody’s watching,
{Why yes, this seems like a good spot to set up camp.}
go all Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton circa 2007.
{Hot mess.}
You, garden, seem to go all crazy whenever me and my people head for the hills. And really, I don’t blame you. You know you won’t be picked on, bothered, plucked, twisted, gnarled, or peed on {the dog, not the bitties, we’ve made it that far, geez…}
So have at it. Have your fun while I have mine.
Just one promise?
Make sure there’s plenty of this when I get back:
Cause I sure do like to do plenty of this to spread around the neighborhood.
If you’ve been missing your regular dose of gardening hijinx, well, peace be with you, and maybe you should also see a counselor. But for realz, you can find me on Fridays at the most excellent joegardener.com blog. Just look for the awkward that doesn’t quite seem to fit. Not in the Mariah Carey nude bodysuit kind of way but more in the Mary Katherine Gallagher I don’t know what to do with my hands kind of way. I’ll quit now. Promise.
