Another June 7th passes while I notch another hole in my belt.
That was an 'I gained weight' joke for the uninformed. This past weekend I literally took a knife and made an extra hole in my belt. It was sad.
Other than the time spent self-loathing, I got to spend a the weekend in the company of two great friends who tied the knot. Chris and Carla did the wedding thing right. SO. MUCH. FUN.
This is how I felt after the wedding. Its a picture of Gary Oldman looking old. Gary OLD-MAN. Are you following? No? I figured.
After shaking off the prior night, I did get some time to hit the garden on Sunday and put in work.
Since we are still in the opening stages I thought I would do some soil treatments.
Its a hoe. Please save whatever joke you may have. It has been done before you mouth-breather.
I can still hear you breathing...
That's right, I hoed the garden.
The plants are all still so young and delicate, like me before this past birthday, so its good to not let heavy soil compact around their roots.
Also, it aerates the soil and should be done for good plant health over the course of the gardens lifetime.
Thirdly, it gives you an opportunity to annoy everyone around you with your sophisticated middle school sense of humor.
Garden 65
Have a great day.