November musings

So...and so and so. What a summer...cold enough in the spring and fall to freeze the balls off a brass monk(y). Rain for 24 days in a row in da middle. Well, not so much actual water, just no sun, in my particular eco-system. Da garden didn't know whether to shit or go blind(blonda).

Da zukes thought they were in heaven, tomats thought they were Macintosh, and everyting else was just bedraggled(which is a word).

Needless to say, harvest was sketchy. The slugs got most of the decoratives, the vermin got half of the veggies. No visit from da goblins this year, but weather and some untimely (and paranoid) late pruning caused the babies to try to kiss the sky (more paranoia) before makin' pretty tings (way over the fence!).

Wild Ting got done early (let's cum and get outta here). Satties were always a smarter plant than Indies.

The hail helped hasten Big Blue's demise and early trip to the table. Splittin' er in half, like a sick movie.

 Korna was next when she tried to pull herself out of the ground and fly closer to the sun. Gotcha!

Miss Pretty was the last survivor. Sacrificed to the Weather Seer, who's snow forcast, deemed disaster.

All tolled, not great, but enuf stuff. Three quarter lobo, and 3 in trim. A cookie experiment was to follow, disappointing for all the right reasons (no longer in da conk). Today is Aroma Day, paste as some say. Iss lookin' gud!

Da water shall find her way, even if all da hole'seem block (dat's a good ting). Time's not measured in nanoseconds on dis planet. Update when I dun.