Comments on: Gardening: Some Thoughts

By: Crissy

Crissy — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:53:37 +0000

I used to hate the gardening too but now I love it because what the hell else am I going to do whilst supervising my kid outside? Play with her? Or something?

My grandfather is my guru and I’m always calling him and I have to tell you that nothing raises my smugacity quotient like eating a salad comprised completely out of stuff I grew myself.

You will learn and you will love it Melissa Lion. I promise.

I like your new bf already. Maybe we can call him Crissy Approved?

No?

I’ll keep thinking…

By: V.

V. — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:19:23 +0000

If you’re Lizzie, then he’s Mr. Darcy. And he’s sending his estate staff to your place to take care of that garden.

By: aisha

aisha — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 06:37:14 +0000

Aren’t there people out there in the world that don’t have yards, but really like this “gardening” nonsense? I would gladly give up my backyard dirt patch to someone that would like to transform it into a suburban oasis.

We could work out a custody arrangement of sorts…they could have it in the mornings; I’d take afternoons and evenings.

Of course, part of the deal is that they’d have to pick the straws and lime slices out of the planting beds. Me + summertime + vodka tonics + hammock = total effing nightmare.

I’m gonna craft a Craigslist ad…somebody’s gotta be into that kinda dealio.

By: k8

k8 — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 18:10:06 +0000

You’re just jealous of my garden.

Don’t worry, it will go to shit in about a month when I get busy doing busier things.

By: Graham

Graham — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 18:02:55 +0000

How about you name the “new guy” Mr. FancyHats. Cuz he had a fancy hat with him when I met him. I’m also assuming that he owns more than one hat.

By: Kiala

Kiala — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:55:49 +0000

My nickname was rejected??? WHAT THE SHIT?

Fine. How about Butt-thumb? Does he like that?

Sorry. Easily hurt.

I will help you garden. I know you need mulch and a compost pile. That’s about all I know.

By: bridget

bridget — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:40:26 +0000

In my household, I can buy any plant I want. I can’t, however, plant it, water it or remotely tend to it. I can look at it from about 10 feet.

That’s the rule. Or plants die.

I cannot be taught.

I come from a family of green-thumbed Minnesotans. Plants shiver and die in my presence. It’s okay.

My man can give your man lessons in how to make it seem like this idea is his.