Sunday, April 12, 2009
My Hallowe'en Garden
According to my grandfather and superstition, you're supposed to plant your garden on Good Friday. I had worked all day and was dog-tired on Friday as well as yesterday so I missed it by two days. Today is absolutely beautiful and I've spent all day planting stuff (tomatoes, peppers, basil and a garden of sunflowers and marigolds). Looking for my trowel, I found George in the shed, the ground swimming skeleton. Ms. M bought it for me a couple of years ago and today he finds a permanent home in the garden.
He says it's about %$#@& well time I put him in the garden. George is quite upset it's taken me so long.