As Ye Sow…

The fruit of my labor.

The fruit of my labor.

Scene: The side yard of my house.

Objective: Trim two gardenia plants that threaten to engulf the house like the thorns in Sleeping Beauty.

Result: A gift.

You’ve heard it all before — in a Florida summer bugs grow to Jurassic size and the plants are on Miracle Grow. I planned on spending no more than thirty minutes on a little outside work and ended up an hour and a half later dragging five garbage cans of trimmings to the curb. And, I was no where near done.

This is just the reality of working full time, and writing in my ‘free’ time. I do my best, no apologies. I’m hoping that Rumplestiltskin shows up, or I win the lottery and can hire an English gardener.

As I chopped away at a twenty-year-old climbing rose I saw my gift — a lovely David Austin rose. Perfect. Thank you.

My gift.

My gift.

 

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