You know that cringey feeling when someone attends a wedding wearing something so flashy it takes away from the bride’s glory? Same thing happens when azaleas erupt into eye-popping bloom.
My first strong memory of our childhood lawn was vowing to “not have any grass to mow when I grow up.” And I don’t.
It’s legal to gamble in the garden, which is good because I just threw money, effort, and hope at some tomato plants.
This time of year, it’s ups and downs, temperatures jerking from 70 one day to 30s the next. It’s the season weather forecasters can only shrug sheepishly.
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