Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Where the Wild Things Grow
(the haze around the edge of the screen slowly disappears and the sounds of wind chimes dissipate in the background)
I have weeds. The poky kind and the tall kind. I have to wear combat boots to get to the corn, which is infested with grasshoppers, and the broccoli, which has lace-like leaves. I'm pretty sure they aren't supposed to be that way. My herb garden, while producing, shares much of it's space with ants and, of course, weeds.
So here I am, confessing my green thumb sins and wiping the slate clean.
Green Thumb Sin #1: Believing I had a green thumb
I am that person.
Green Thumb Sin #2: Being a time-whore