I kinda like the righteosly drunk part, GfS... Of course it doesn't solve much and puts a mighty hurt in this poor ol boney hillbilly's head but, hey, I got experience... No, that was not boney head, or bonehead, fir that matter... Just that I ain't all that beefed up...

But nevermind the beef fir now... Yeah, Michelle, I do walk around and try to find the stuff... It's like an Easter Egg Hunt... But with as much mowing as I have to do, plus the P-Vine knowing no boundarys for gardening, it ain't all that easy...

And fir the record, I put all my stuff away... Did so even before being sent off to military school where I recieved a PhD in putting stuff away... The P-Vine, however... We ain't goin' there...

This is the part that I don't understand... She loves the gardens when everything is put away and freshly mowed... And she loves giving tours of the gardens and her gardening mentor once said that the garden is supposed to be peaceful and it can't be that way with tools everywhere... She unnerstands this in her head... It's just gettin' that head stuff into her tummy where she actually changes but...

...alas, if there is one bit of wisdom I have picked up in my life it's this: People don't change, they get more so...

Well, we have a tour coming at 3 today and another tomorrow so I had better get my pickin'-up clothes on and get out there...

B;~(