So the garden has won. Wild and crazy girl, throwing shoots of green and flowers everywhere, like unmentionables at an orgy. Anyway, I give.

My friend Jerome mailed me a nice garden journal at the start of the season, all pretty and proper, with a quote on the front. My intention was to write nice prose, like in Monet's journals...something like "remember to plant the poppy seeds in the field, and don't forget more waterlilies." Well, this year my first entry was "WTF, phlox?" And after working out there this evening, I am tempted to write simply, "Imma f**k this b*tch up with a chain saw this fall." Yeah, it's getting tough in this here 'hood.