"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Friday, July 9, 2010

Yesterday we were back home and finally digging out from the laundry and cleaning, but mostly the weeds that infiltrated everything. I spent the morning in the garden, twisting out fistfuls of morning glory from around the beans, corn, potatoes, and lettuce. My neighbor told me about thinning the corn plants, so I worked on that and muddied yet another pair of shoes.

1 comment:

Jess said...

Yeah for all the updates! And I'm learning to hate morning glory in your behalf :) Keep it up (meaning the blog, and the weeds :)