Any minute now…the garden police will be at my door demanding that I turn in my Garden License.
Ironically, the Garden Po-Po will be wielding a billy club in the shape of an asparagus spear.
a deadly asparagus spear.
To this. Yeah, I gasped loudly and then almost shat myself.
I thought: “Uh oh, that only comes on if there is a possibility of a freeze”
And this is the ‘good’ side of the garden.
This is the not so good side. Ughh….
I’m hoping, praying and I might even do some weird Indian Garden dance.
(then I’ll cover it up for the next cold snap!)
I have a few plants in pots that seem to not have noticed the cold, so I’m not a complete failure. You know, I’m just a “partial kind-of gardening” failure.
At least my hair is pretty.
(ok, I’m getting my hair done TODAY, so it WILL be pretty)
You can’t cry over garden disasters.
Or can you?
Blah, pass the Puffs.