|Dubious talismans in my community garden plot|
The Goat has secured a plot in the community garden. I visited it over the weekend and found it to be a perfectly lovely affair with a high secured fence and rows of raised beds neatly lined up between generous paths for easy access.
When I located our plot, however, I was dismayed to find not one, but two small gravestone markers bidding, "RIP."
Obviously, this does not bode well. That said, the plot next to ours had a couple of similar grave markers and a skull nestled amid the soil, so I figure I'm doing hella better than that guy (which I'm pretty sure is the Mayor).
|April 14 in the Year of our Lord 2014, in Cleveland, Ohio|
Despite all of this and today's coating of snow, I shall soldier on and unravel the mysteries of a host of terrifying gardening mandates such as bone meal, nitrogen and beneficial insects. Who knew gardening was actually one of the dark arts?
Stay tuned. I shall have an honest-to-god tomato this year no matter what other horrors befall me.
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