All Your Weeds Are Belong To Us,
Well wicked weekend. My ass is kicked from so much good outdoor activity. My hamstrings burn and when I close my eyes all I see is a fast, movie like montage, of the hundreds of fallen weeds that were systematically rooted out and destroyed by my novice green thumbs. Creeping Charlie: you will be my nemesis to the grave.

We got plenty ambitious this year with the garden edibles. We planted baby lettuce this year which has piqued the interest of the legions of neighborhood rabbits that frolic merrily through our fields. That beautiful, brilliant green shade that the lettuce leaves take against that chocolate brown dirt are tractor beams for the bunnies. I’ve erected small wire fences to keep our bouncing bunnies at bay but the look in their eyes lets me know that it’s going to be a long season (a turf battle), for they are a determined sort with little to distract them throughout the day from getting at our goodies.

All flowers are ready to pop and by this weekend we should be drowning in color and sent. Bring it.

Also, I’m a little unclear of the events that took place after two in the morning Sunday, but if anyone knows how a giant stuffed fish ended up in the back seat of my car, or if you are the proper owner of said fish, please let me know…