Sunday, July 22, 2018

I Think My Garden May Be Trying to Kill Me

Remember how the how purpose of the garden was to provide therapeutic relaxation and a zen-like quality to my life?

Yeahhh....about that.

The last few times I have left the garden, I didn't just leave with produce. Instead, I have carried rashes, bites, and, in one case, a swollen hand that could be traced back to neither a bite nor a rash. It was...disturbing...


...the swelling started Friday morning and lasted until just this morning, when I was finally able to look at my hand without being reminded of Minnie Mouse, and, I still have no earthly idea what caused it.

(As an aside, when did my hands start looking like those of an eighty-year-old woman? Fuck sake, friends, this is embarassing.)

Anyhoodle, I am now on the hunt for a full-on hazmat suit to wear while working in the garden. I am also buying stock in this spray...


It's a damn good thing that I am able to enjoy the fruits of my labors, otherwise I might just lock the garden gate and scratch my way to a new summer hobby.






In the event that you don't hear from me for awhile, you might want to suggest to Hugh that he look for my body in the garden.

Just sayin'.

1 comment:

Dorothy Elliott said...

Your garden is beautiful and yes dear you did get a bite from some spider or something. Be sure and use a bug spray when working outside. Anxious to see you this weekend. Be safe and love you.