If I Twittered My Garden Blog...
Hmmm...think I'll go out to the garden. Wonder what got eaten last night?
Where are my rubber shoes? God, I hate putting on bug spray. Too late in the day to need sunscreen. Good.
These edges look terrible! Of course they do, idiot, you didn't tend them all summer.
I'd take a picture of the flowerbed, but of course, I don't know where the camera is.
As much as I curse these blue perennial lobelias, they come in handy in September.
Wonder if I'll see a hummingbird? Oh, listen to the goldfinches...they sing as they fly by...
All this yellowed, dead foliage...can I start cutting this stuff down?
As much as I liked the penstemon for the two weeks it flowered, it doesn't do much for me the rest of the summer.
That tingle on my leg--is it a tick??
I should go weed Sniffy's grave.
God, I miss my dog.
What's that smell?
I must be the laziest gardener imaginable. I should be mulching, cultivating, planting rarities, arranging amazing bouquets...NAH
I hear a woodpecker...hope he's not pecking on the house instead of a tree
Cocktail hour yet?
You've only been out here fifteen minutes, you goof.