On Monday, I had gone to Leaf & Petal, it was a great day, no cane & w/ little pain. & so I walked & looked & drooled (shhhh). I was trying to correct another mistake. Last year the spot beside my garage got 3 hours full sun, which I considered shade. So we plant 3 hydrangea & some other shade lover. They FRIED, DRIED & most died. Shade had become sun because my husband & his chain saw took the shade to the curb for the trash guys to take away. So I was going to fix it. I bought sun lovers, I got home after many a chore, very sore. The next morning I got that stomach bug. Threw up for hours (tMI?) slept on the bathroom floor. Wishing…anyway I got better or thought I had until S. showed me a UNOPENED can of tuna & I gagged. Two days pass…ive gained enough strength to pee the dogs & with shock & despair, I see toppled over, some dead, some half way there my ^#@&ing $70 dollars worth of plants I had left in their pots to plant the next day.
Anyway, I’m done with my tragic story, a dream really. A dream about a girl who wants to be able to have gardens blooming, but instead has moles who put holes in my daises & my black eyed susans & the birds who eat my blueberries & strawberries. And a dog that washed her face on a dead mole my cat killed. But this fern is nice.