Monday 45 | A Year of Mondays

It was bound to happen.  A new member of a carefully adamantly warned lawn and clean-up crew went nuts with his string trimmer.  I didn’t catch him totally on time.  I abhor string trimmers and gas powered garden tools in general.  I really dislike when my instructions aren’t followed.  I like the mess.  I don’t want my gardens to look like a nuclear winter in winter.  DAMN.  At least I didn’t take it out on the foreman who apologized and reconfirmed that I didn’t want anything cut back–I can do that myself thank you very much.

No. 45

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