So I started work on that mini flower garden that hopes to grow into a mini flower farm one day and now I’m hot, dirty, sweaty, bleeding, cursing, and just a fleck of a straw away from all out bawling….

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Putting in a new garden will put a smile on your face they said, give you a sense of accomplishment they said, it’ll be so easy they said…

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They better RUN, I said!

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Do you know what the digging up earth, pulling out thorns (from my skin, ya’ll), breaking your new shovel, fighting with the moles, having a mini heart-attack when you grab a baby lizard you never even saw in the first place, fighting off blasted Maryland ticks from Hell, realizing AGAIN that you and heat and humidity have never been friends and will never be, and turning over your year old mulch to find a happy little family of termites waving back at you, will do to a person?

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Do YOU?????

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Seriously, that sh…poop is maddening, not to mention just plain wrong!

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And I am done.

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I think I need a hug…

 

 

I’m moving back to the desert.

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