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I spent the weekend outside in the garden because *sucks in breath, hands on hips* I happened to get a Certified Letter from my HOA saying that the weeds in my garden were unacceptable.


WAIT. Wait. Let me explain. I have no weeds. Well, there was one. ONE. This is in a flower bed that is over 60 feet long and just over 20 feet deep, mind. ONE WEED. The letter that I received a) had the wrong address in the photograph, which indeed had weeds and b) was dated in July.

To say I was affronted is putting it lightly. (Newcomers: I'm a Texas Master Gardener. I take that shit personally.) This was a perfect excuse to start the Fall rip-out of plants that are done for the season, dead head, divide bulbs, etc. So that's what I did. It's all tidy and open and empty and waiting for new babies and I am VERY HAPPY. And I took a nice picture and will be emailing the HOA later with a bit of a hemhem, you were saying? added.

I went to a neighbor's house on Friday for drinks, met the CUTEST GUY (not like that. Well, he's attractive but just keep reading) that was a) former Mormon, b) former Missionary, c) gay as rainbow glitter on a mustache and d) hilarious. AND ALSO E) A GARDENER. I told him he was my gay doppelganger and we spent hours swapping stories. ALSO. ALSO. AND. His mother and sister both sing in my father's exclusive choir. O_O I MEAN. (omg, my husband had to peel me off of him to get me home and now we're FB bff. Lol.)

AND LASTLY. My son came home from work last night with a straggly bouquet of flowers for me (he works in a grocery store as a sacker, so they were those kind of flowers) and I am still looking over at their bedraggled selves and grinning from ear to ear. I'm fairly easy to please, it must be said. <3 Also, AWWWW. <3

AND NOW I WANT NACHOS. Or guacamole. Or something fatty and bad for me. *grumbles* I am completely surrounded by a lack of bad for me foods, stupid healthy living.


Sep. 27th, 2012 01:43 pm (UTC)
Ever since a certain epic fic, "straggly bouquets of flowers" have gained a whole new level of depth! *ahem* [that aside, what a terribly sweet gesture. yay, Son of Stoney!].

Are there pics of your garden here on your LJ? Is THAT a bit of your garden [the pic with the post]? I looooove gardens, but alas..I do not have green fingers. AT ALL. Also, all my sun/heat/bug allergies make me a poor gardener. If you ever want a Gardening Challenge in an equatorial climate, please, buzz me. I'll offer up my parents' garden. They spend their time bickering over what should go where, it's all very haphazard!

Cheers to your new FB bff! Haha Delightful!

Happy Thursday!
Sep. 27th, 2012 02:53 pm (UTC)
<3 to you!
Hee, and dontcha know that I emailed FM and said, "Guess who got a Near Misses bouquet and had a similar Kurt reaction?" :D

My icon is not my garden, just a lovely picture. But! I have LOADS of pics of my garden. (Gardening tag + picspam! tag.)

Here are some links to save you searching, if you'd like.
1. ripping up side of house, stone walkways (have since been widened/prettified)
2. earlier pics of front beds/stone walkway has since been improved and will be completely overhauled this fall. :D (I'm crazy. I know.)
3. roses!
4. more roses and bluebonnets
5. lilies, food garden, natives, and the pool
6. and lastly, a garden tour of my old cat's favorite haunts in the garden (she spoke with a French accent that quickly morphed into Romanian. ;D


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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