…co-starring her Uncle Floyd and his trained toupee
The Horticultural Whore Is Not Ready Yet
Ok, so today and tomorrow were both going to be all about me gardening.
Nice weather? Check.
Tools ready? Check.
Ground mostly drained of recent rainfall? Check
Gardener in good shape for tackling a mess o’ work? Nope.
After slightly over an hour in the garden, I felt like I had been struck down by the Paw of Dog. My sore throat went apeshit…my back threatened mutiny…my chest hurt and I felt like I was gonna puke.
So, it would seem that not having really gardened much for 3 months, plus having been sick for about a month and a half, set me up for a damned short gardening session.
So, now that I feel human and I’ve been dosed with vitamins/minerals/medicines, I’m gonna go take a nap. By direct order of Doctor Grace. I shall not argue.