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I put in the garden tonight, with a headlamp strapped to my forehead, per Michael Stipe's recommendation. If all goes well, we'll have sungold and black cherry tomatoes, four basil plants, and 2008's mint in the yard garden, and window boxes overflowing with chard and arugula (and possibly other greens, pending whether arugula has multiple leaf forms).
Getting to that point involved squaring off against the shrubhemoth that had taken over the garden. An hour of hacking with pruning shears resulted in a much smaller shrub and a pile of branches you could hide several bulldogs in. An ex-coke-dealer neighbor with a joint behind one ear and a cigarette behind the other took pity on me and offered the use of his mom's weed whacker, but he couldn't get it started.
Life in the big city, chapter June.
Getting to that point involved squaring off against the shrubhemoth that had taken over the garden. An hour of hacking with pruning shears resulted in a much smaller shrub and a pile of branches you could hide several bulldogs in. An ex-coke-dealer neighbor with a joint behind one ear and a cigarette behind the other took pity on me and offered the use of his mom's weed whacker, but he couldn't get it started.
Life in the big city, chapter June.
