doodle by andre: so long for now
THIS IS HOW IT GOES, beginning at the first real thaw: Farewell “life,” hello garden. Thanks to Doodler Andre Jordan for depicting the Headless-Chicken Syndrome that doesn’t end till frost is solidly back in the ground. See you out there?
The Crunchy Urbanite says
This is maybe a little too accurate…
margaret says
Agree, Crunchy Urbanite. It hit home here too (OUCH!).
Lacey says
Funny! My neighbor texted me to see if I’m ok because he didn’t think I got my requisite 18 hours of outside time yesterday.
Judith Julian says
I’ll be in my gardens but you probably won’t see me :-) I have too many beds and just as I finish weeding one, I have to work on another one. Between weeding and moving plants, it is never ending… but it’s what I enjoy.
Jane says
My husband is constantly telling me he’s going to sew RFID bar codes on my jeans so he can find me in the garden!
Tracy says
Eat. Sleep. Garden.
Kathy Sturr of the Violet Fern says
Ha ha ha … I LOVE this one!
Linda says
So good to know that I am amongst compulsive gardeners who neglect everything and everyone until September. My poor husband has to fend for himself, but he knows that the garden is like an addiction for me. Is there a garden support group out there ?
lorraine says
My husband says even a chicken knows to come in out of the rain. I do not.
Carolyn says
Ok . I sent this to hubby..so me!