Gardening Inspirations (Sean/Karl chat)

Aunt June let me wallow for about three days, then she put me to work. I had no idea grapes were so labor intensive in the spring. After slogging through the early spring mud and wrestling grapevines all day, I usually fell into bed each night too tired to think about anything. Aunt June's famous cure to a broken heart . . . work your ass off.

But then she had kicked me out after two weeks, saying that my heart wasn’t broken, just my ego and to get the hell on with my life. Aunt June always favored a surgical strike as a method of healing wounds. So I left and came back here.

And it looks like I’ll be around Wellie the whole summer this year, so I can make some real plans for my garden. I had wanted to put in an herb garden to satisfy Eric’s gourmet skills, but fuck, I’m a decent cook and I decided I like the idea. So I’m doodling with some graph paper and books, trying to come up with a design. Because it seems that half of herbs isn’t so much what you grow as it is how you set the bloody thing up. All the pictures I’ve seen are formal layouts and they don’t seem to go with the half-wild nature of my property, so I’m working on something a little more free-form. Never was much of a fucking artist. Should see if Viggo or Paris would help me.

Shit, at least I can get the bed prepared anyway, save the planting for later. So I pull on a pair of old camos and my workboots and grab a shovel.

( I had no idea you were around Wellie. )