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HOLY COW are the weeds ever flourishing at my place. It must be the steriods in the soil, because, my word, they grow This High overnight.
(I know, I know. In the time it took for me to take the picture, download it onto the computer and upload it onto blogger, I coulda pulled the dumb things.)
The weeds. They are taking over. They're growing. Like weeds.
So far this season, I've sat in my backyard once, for 2 hours, to read.
So far this season, I've spent 17 hours in my backyard, weeding.
My window boxes and terra cotta pots with all those 50% off geraniums? Look like crap. I almost used the sh word. They are likely not going to live to see August.
Why is that?
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I water.
Fertilize.
Air-rate. (However that is spelled...)
Still. I get DEAD.
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And not only is the grass withering, the boulevard tree is dropping leaves like it's Thanksgiving.
My tree. Above.
My neighbours tree (a few feet away from mine). Below.
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I think I should move into a condo.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. A week of rain expected. I can prepare for Creationfest without feeling torn about tanning.
2. Drew attacked another patch of garden tonight wearing work gloves and holding a sharp weapon.
3. I have a 'made' bed to crawl into tonight. :)
Shalom,
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