After sleeping in a bit on this totally amazing autumn-ish morning, I schlepped out to my coffee pot and got me some "wake up". I traveled upstairs to continue my well worn routine, turn the computer on, check the email, get on Facebook.
I hadn't mowed our lawn for awhile. My dear husband usually takes care of it. Thankfully, however, he isn't one of those "lawn warriors" who must have the perfect, weed free lawn. Shortly after I met him he pointed out how pretty his lawn was with all those bright yellow flowers scattered through out....it was part of the falling in-love process... :)
As soon as I saw it, I knew it was going to cause a little discomfort. I knew there would be encroachment, a challenge for me as of late. I needed my space.
The entrance to my house was getting a bit encroachy. I like my garden this way. Full and interactive. You have to duck under tree branches, and move to the edge of walkways to get past shrubs that don't recognize a boundary. Perhaps just a little teeny bit of pruning....
Surely you have heard of Sherlock Holmes. He and his trusty sidekick, Watson, wandering around asking questions. Finally the right person reveals the right tidbit of information, the mystery solved.
Then there is the "What's wrong with my plant" series. My trusty sidekick (and all-around awesome chick) is Monica. Every day during the season, the episodes play.