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| A new rose in my garden today. |
Bitter.
Relentless.
Conniving.
*Frank rolls his eyes*
Between blows of my much abused nose, I explain to the specter of
imminent failure sitting at the end of my couch, “The pen is mightier than the
sword. Since I can’t run the bastardly specks of pollen through I will impale
them with wickedly sharp words! The little buggers won’t know what hit them.”
*attempts a maniacal, Attila the
Hun-like laugh…*
*sneezes, instead*
Anyway…
I’ve gotten zero work done today. Nada. Zilch. Nothing.
No research.
No writing.
No outlining.
No plotting.
The author Chloe Stowe has been a complete and utter failure this
afternoon. (Frank’s had a field day, needless to say.)
However, the gardener Chloe Stowe has been as busy as the proverbial
bee.
Damn the pollen!
To hell with the allergies!
This woman and her Kleenex box tackled two tomatillos and six hibiscus,
tucking them confidently into the soil, knowing I had raised them from seed and
reared them to the strong, vibrant plants they are today!... (SIDE NOTE: The
previous statement might contain a certain level of exaggeration; this blog is
not responsible for such inaccuracies. Thank you and have a nice day.)
Now that my blog has turned against me, I think I will retire for the
rest of the day. I leave you with evidence of my obvious successes in the
garden.
Judge for thyself.
*Frank snickers*
*I chuck the Kleenex box at his stinking head*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe and her sneezes
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| Carmine Sweet Pepper. |
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| Three Hibiscus plants. |
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| Two strapping, young Tomatillos. *lol* |
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