Butterfly This!
Posted By AmyD. on May 21, 2009
I hesitate to call myself a gardener because I don’t compost, I don’t have an arsenal of green-friendly soaps and things to keep pests off my plants, and I don’t suppose I’d start sharpening and oiling my gardening tools even if my life depended on it. I’m a Martha Stewart fan, but I’m afraid she’d probably hate me. I’m cool with that.
Of course, I do think Paul James is a hottie. And, I’ve taken more than a few tips from his show. If I had a dollar for every Saturday or Sunday morning Mike and I have spent cuddled up watching an episode of “Gardening by the Yard”…
While I’m not nearly as avid as I used to be and my basil seeds got water logged and thus are not turning out as I had hoped, I still have to say that if I didn’t garden I would probably be completely insane.
My great grandmother used to say that the best cure for a headache was putting your hands in the dirt. She was absolutely right. What I would give to have the lilac tree that my grandmother transplanted to her backyard from my great grandmother’s yard!
Of course, her husband probably didn’t whack the ever loving shit out of her beloved Butterfly Bush. The best cure for a headache might be smacking your husband with hula hoe. I’m keeping that option open.
Around here Butterfly Bushes grow thick, fast, and tall, quickly. They smell heavenly and attract a massive amount of hummingbirds and butterflies. I have to admit, I should have cut mine back in the fall, I probably could have gotten away with cutting it back a few months ago, but I didn’t. Mike swears it was attempting to eat his prized redwood trees.
About a week ago I went to work snipping away and trimming it back even though it was completely heavy with burgeoning blooms. I stepped back from my well pruned shrub and said, “I REFUSE to trim any more than THAT!”
Mike thought that meant I was tired. Being the thoughtful spouse he considers himself to be, he took it upon himself to “finish” the job.
There it is. Sure looks fierce, doesn’t it? I’m sure those two redwoods were totally intimidated.
He swears that it’s going to look gorgeous in a few weeks.
It better… for his sake.
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let us know if you end up with blooms, or a husband buried under his precious redwood trees
Oh, you mean you want me to let you know if my husband has some sort of, unpredictable, gardening “accident”?
Oh, my. I don’t know much about plants but….that don’t look so hot. It’s naked. Give it a light scarf or something.
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A scarf… ahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Poor Mike. Please don’t kill him. I don’t have enough vacation time left to attend a funeral.
:rotflmao:
I couldn’t get past this: Paul James is a hottie. :wha:
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I have a thing for older, smart, funny guys. I’m well aware that this makes me slightly strange. I’m cool with that. We all have to fly our own freak flags, right? :marley:
Paul James is a hottie, huh? :rotflmao:
That poor bush! I hope it isn’t a euphemism for anything else he’d like to groom! :rotflmao: