I'm just about to go out and wangle me some weeds.
The garden isn't as scary as it usually is when I return from a trip.
Superman, or Supertent as it's been suggested I call him, kept the pots and vegetables watered, mowed and edged the same day I returned home and rearranged the scary hoarder mess I call the attic. The cats were fat and sassy and the house looked like the housekeeper had just been here.
Oh, and he picked me up at the train station. Sample text: I'm in front of the station, look for the kayak??? Thankfully the kayak was on the roof of the car......
He is very nice to come home to.
But the bindweed is up to me. And the eternal morning glories are fighting for space with the bind weed.
If I can salvage a bloom or two I'm proposing Flowers In The House next Monday.
It's my last day of vacation and I can't think of a better way to wrap up these two week.
Or maybe you'd prefer to come out and lend me a hand?
Plenty of weeds to go around.