Saw a toddler wearing one of these yesterday, and it was too adorable. My mother always got dirty looks putting a leash on me, though she thought it was less restrictive than strapping a child in a stroller. This doesn't attract the judgment. And toddlers love to have a back pack like a big kid.
Well, this is meta.
No, I do not want your spam prevention service that you advertise by spamming me.
I have harlequin beetles literally fucking everywhere on my sunflowers.
Literally.
Fortunately, they’re easy to pick off while they’re copulating.
I think the emerging buds are good camouflage for their brown and yellow hard wings.
Trying to dig up my Salvia to transplant it. Bees all over the flowers are like, “Whatever. You do you.”
Planted mustard. Got no shrubs, or nesting birds. Wondering if the correct translation isn’t “largest of all shrubs” but instead, “most invasive of all weeds.” Which is maybe a more apt metaphor for how Christianity spread, anyway.
I don’t do gardening. It’s more like terraforming.
(And yes, I believe in no-till gardening, but that requires soil composed of something besides clay and quarry-slag.)
Stuff is going down at Penn’s encampment. Rise and shine, this rainy morning, folks.
