And wait. And WAIT. Stupid tundra! Why must you piddle in my Cheerios?? I just want to get back out in the garden, especially since the mail-order nurseries have so kindly delivered all my new plants with strict instructions to Plant Immediately. I do not think they mean In the Snow. Bah!
A year ago today, during an early spring.
As Mr. Gates points out:
[O]nce the gardening bug has bitten you may find yourself committed to an annual roller-coaster ride of emotions that can transport you from the heights of elation to the outer limits of exasperation and - along the way - deliver a reminder of what it is to be human.
Lovely. But Mr. Gates lives in that green and pleasant Zone-8 land where the daffs came up months ago. I could tell him a thing or two about the outer limits of exasperation!
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