I just "had" to go to the local Ace to pick up another jug of fish
sauce for the tomatoes. When I came out I saw the first warning sign:
Crap, it happens every friggin' year. I cannot resist. I thinks to
meself, I'll just take a quick walk thru. Crap again, apple trees
were reduced and several of them looked really fine. I have been
pestering my sweetie for several years about planting a couple apples
and haven't had any luck. I took the bull by the horns, and bought a
Honeycrisp and a Royal Gala. I figgered to sneak 'em in and get them
planted before she caught me. Maybe she wouldn't notice the side yard
had sprouted a couple new trees.
Yeah, well she was looking out the kitchen window when I rolled in.
Making deals after the transgression costs one dearly.
(Hee hee... I got the trees though!)
"The trouble with gardening is that it does not remain an avocation.
It becomes an obsession." -- Phyllis McGinley
Tread Carefully, you have been warned