Tuesday, November 03, 2009
You may remember my friend Seymour of the Woods. He had a wonderful summer, and even took up a little bowling. Crazy Seymour. But looks like he's also taken to growing weeds. Of course it's a clover, being the gnome that he is. Lucky for him I haven't pulled it. But I'm tempted.
I am so done with the garden for the year. Done. There's work to be done out there but I have zero desire to do any of it. Yes, there are overly eager multipliers to dig up, plants to cut back, and old zucchini and corn plants to pull up. The seeded perennials and annuals I'm leaving for the birds. But I'm done for the year. Well, except for those carrots and leeks I need to harvest. There are those. But after that? That's it. And I mean it.
Someone needs to tell Seymour to pull his own weeds. He needs to start pulling his weight around here or in the words of Heidi Klum, "You're ought!"