Victoria Day is the traditional planting day but it's still seeming a bit too chilly for little plants. This morning I set out to tackle about a dozen giant thistles that had made themselves at home in my garden during my absence. Some of them required 3 different tools to dislodge and were as vicious as rabid badgers (of which, I should add, I have no first-hand knowledge). Still, I had to admire their tenacity and their prickly elegance and be grateful I was contending only with thistles not rabid badgers.
Victoria Day is the traditional planting day but it's still seeming a bit too chilly for little plants. This morning I set out to tackle about a dozen giant thistles that had made themselves at home in my garden during my absence. Some of them required 3 different tools to dislodge and were as vicious as rabid badgers (of which, I should add, I have no first-hand knowledge). Still, I had to admire their tenacity and their prickly elegance and be grateful I was contending only with thistles not rabid badgers.
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