I can pretty much assume that when I write something sad and oh-so very heavy that you, my lovely readers go into this sort of shocked silence. Right before I hit publish I always wince because I know my words are going to shock you all into tight lipped horror, and honestly I don’t like to freak you out.
But I hit publish anyway, because I know it’s good for us.
So today is a new day and forgive me for scaring you dear readers yet again. But I feel it is my duty as the captain of this blog to talk about sad shit every so often to break up the monotony that is oh you know, my fascination with gardening. Or my dog.
Today is a new day, so back to our regular programming!
LOOK! It’s my garden! Things are growing! Even if they are also being eaten by bugs I have yet to identify, or stop.
I now totally get why organic produce is like a million dollars.
And I totally get why it is better for you. Have you ever stood in the gardening section of a store and tried to pick a bug repellent that you’re willing to spray on your garden, knowing very well that whatever you spray is ending up directly on your food?
HELLO ORGANIC PRODUCE! Let’s be friends.
Early this spring I planted dahlia tubers in a sort of, “Well let’s see what happens” kind of way, and by the magic that is sun and water, I suddenly have real live plants.
Seeing as these beasts are going to get to over 4 feet tall, I’m already sort of wondering if am ready for this sort of flower wrangling.
Only time will tell.
Oh! And just to keep this post moving forward on the holy-crap-my-life-is-exciting-and-so-not-sad-and-dramatic train, LOOK my roses are blooming. Like insanity.
I don’t care what you say, blooming roses are definitely not sad, nor depressing.
Ok, who feels like skipping while holding hands?
Ok, so have we all recovered?
I love you bitches, and believe me, I don’t like to scare you.
Too much that is.