Thursday, Jul. 29, 2004
Dear Diary:

There has been nothing but snivelling and whining from my nasturiums this year.

"It's too c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cold," they moaned, and it took them over two weeks to germinate. Two weeks, when there are years when they literally germinate overnight. I had almost given up on them.

Then there was grumbling about how wet the summer has been�instead of turning into lush little mounds dotted with spectaculary bright splashes of bloom, they sulked and barely grew.

Normally I can ignore drama like this, but this year I'm forced to park right beside the nasturtiums because a big honking pile of earth that shouldn't be where I normally park is still there. A pile of earth that has been there so long that sunflower seeds from the birdfeeder we "temporarily" stuck in it have germinated and grown to be several feet high.

Yep, every time I drive into the yard I'm confronted with the fact that the cement foundations for the porch have not been poured yet and as an extra bonus I get attitude from the nasturtiums.

It all came to a head the third week in June. "The nasturtiums look terrible this year," the spousal unit observed.

"Yeah," I said. "The nurseries have their annuals on sale. I'm thinking about tossing the nasturtiums in the compost and throwing in a few boxes of annuals so we get some instant colour."

Yes, I uttered death threats against the nasturtiums.

I am not proud of this.

Suddenly, the nasturtiums decided to suck it up. They went from pitiful, scraggly weed like creatures to the lush floriferous mounds I knew they could be. Some people will claim that it was the sudden switch into hot weather that slapped some sense into the nasturiums and helped them get around to the business of blooming.

We'll let those people think whatever they need to think.

But you and I, well we both know now know the real secret to gardening.

Death threats. No more Ms. Nice Gal for me, eh?

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 591.5 miles. Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck. 25 per cent thereTen percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.
Oh man. This is going to be hard
Goal for 2004: 1,000 miles - 1609 kilometers

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