Sowing the seeds of love

I have talked about my garden. I myself am not much of a gardener. I mean I will water my flowers and shit but as far as weeding and the whatnots of gardening, 4get about it. I don't have that kinda time people.

I'm a very busy woman.

The hubs has this garden in that back 40...It has been coming along quite nicely over the summer. We have this over abundant amount of tomatoes. When will those damn plants stop producing the tomato?..I don't even like tomatoes and neither does the hubs..This is what I don't understand. I mean I used some over the weekend when I made chili...but as far as eating them on a sandwich or something, no bloody way.

I mean this garden must birth about 50 new tomatoes a day. And the bitches don't rot.

I bought some green and yellow peppers last week..just for shits and giggles cause I don't like peppers either..

I went to go cut one open and use it in the said chili and the bastards had mold on them already...

Things you buy at the store rot in like 20 minutes, but the shit that comes outta my garden will last till the Earth implodes on herself.

We do not use fertilizer. In fact only thing in that garden is my sons old stanky shoes.

And I am not even sure they are still in there anymore...I think our neighborhood Bald Eagle made off with one a while back..

She had been eyeing that shoe.

She musta signed up for a race or something, I don't know..

But she needed it more then I.

This place is filled with Bald Eagles. One night I was at the lake on a walkabout, and one came wooshing down toward me.

I thought I was a goner.

I thought he wanted to maybe peck my eyes out.

Turns out he just wanted me to pee myself while he and his buddies watched with bird glee..

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I really love this time of year. I don't much like the chill in the air, or the fact that soon my leaves will fall and that means endless days of raking...and hell, I even hate the holidays that come with this time of year.

But what I do like is the tots in school, the smell of burning leaves and the end of mosquito season.

It gets depressing because as the fall carries on, that will eventually lead to winter. And this whole season makes me nothing but crabby. Its like I am in a constant state of my monthly curse...

If you think I am crabby now...you just wait...

it kills me when I go into the store and see winter coats and shit...And things associated with snow.

This makes me so crabby, almost like a baby with gas or an elderly man who hasn't taken a shit in a week..My insides just get all bound up..

I should slap on my fall template, just for good measure..

Just to put the icing on my crabby cake.