Talk Dirty To Me
We’ve been busy getting my garden planted. I decided I wanted a real garden this year so we built three raised-bed planters and planted them.
Then I re-planted them. Twice. Damn Dogs!
I think the third time is the charm. We’ll see.
For some reason this is stuck in my head right now. Hence the title.
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I might have to go put something sweet in my oven. And try and forget that late 80’s spiral perm phase I went through. Then I’ll need to go write a letter to the paper about how children today are listening to far too many sexually suggestive songs.
Has anyone ever sang this song sitting in the back of a pickup using a beer bottle as a microphone because they just broke up with ‘the only man they’ll ever love’? Just wondering. I’ve heard it can happen.
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Why the rabbit-proof fence? I thought you squished them all.
Nice raised beds! Better than my rather “rustic” efforts
Whit - Hmmph! :)
Dan - Only half as cool as your recycled tire potatoe planters.
When I saw the planter, I asked my self, what normal garden is he talking about :-) Than I read, that you have three of them… That is more like a normal vegetable garden, but it still seems small to me… Of course it does :-) Every time when somebody mention a garden, I see in my mind the picture of the large vegetable garden from my childhood. It was maybe 50x larger than one of your planters… But it was in the country side…
Somehow it influenced me more than I could ever think. I try to make a garden out or every suitable spot I have :-) For example the balcony is full of flower-pots with vegetables :-)
I grew up with big vegetable gardens too. I wish I had room for one. I said normal because I’ve been planting fruit and vegetables in my flower beds since we moved in. Strawberries as ground cover. Blueberry bushes instead of Azeleas. Tomato cages lined up in the space between two trees. Beans growing on the trellis covering the bottom of my porch. I use to enjoy the chaos of it all but I wanted a nice orderly garden lined up in rows this year. Maybe I’m loosing my edge. :)