Ok, so it might turn cold again.. em... TOMORROW... but for today I got to hang in the yard amongst the roses (starting to bud) and the trees and bring Abby out for the first time in her play-yard. Enjoying this short burst of warm (73 F) weather makes the rose thorns in my hands worth it (I spent the afternoon pruning, late as I am).
No, I am not a green thumb. I am a brown thumb slowly trying to make my way to a muddy green.
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I used to have such a green thumb but for the past several years, am so overwhelmed with obligations that now I just muddle along and hope the neighbors don't complain.
I can relate. Lately my blue heeler has discovered the art of digging. It's been a neverending battle to save the yard...
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