watering the garden with my tears
I haven’t looked at my garden in weeks. I know, disgusting what type of gardener am I? Well one who lives in CA and we have been blessed with so much fucking rain. Everything is muddy, so I don’t have to worry about watering. Also, by the time I’m out of the office the sky... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting here watching murder shows on I.D. rain hitting my windows, wind blowing more leaves into my yard. Every time I step outside something blows into my face. Example: yesterday a plastic bag tried to suffocate me. Everything is over wet. There’s mud every ware, my lawn is to my knees and I can’t... Continue Reading →
Guess what my news year’s resolution was for 2018? To get my garden life together!!!! What better time to start then a few days before the years end. I took all my notes and drawings of what I imagined I would accomplish this year and merge them all into a 2-day semi fun filled pile... Continue Reading →
I should be searching for next semester classes but instead I’m explaining to my coworker how Instagram makes me self-conscious about my garden. It’s weird I read articles’ all day about how it makes people body conscious, but instead of questioning why Jenny rack is bigger than mine. I’m over here like are these carrots... Continue Reading →
I want a garden like that song “with or without you” You know a garden that grows with or without you. An independent garden that looks at you and says “Pshhhh I don’t need you. I’m an independent garden” “I’ll grow on my dam own fertilize and weed myself, fuck you if you think I... Continue Reading →
I love sims and moving things around with minimal effort. I wish gardening was like that. Instead of dig, dig, dig.. just click… click …. click no not there. here…click. PERFECT I recovered the greenhouse. This new cover is so dam great. The door is so wide compared to the last one I feel like... Continue Reading →
I had this dream I was getting up from bed. Everything was white, the light in my house were so bright I could barely open my eyes and I walk out towards my front yard. Soon as I hit the front door everything comes into view. It’s all green and lush, I run to my... Continue Reading →
Gardening With This Bitch 