I fucking love fall.
It's my favourite season of the year.
Being a gardener, you'd think spring would be my favourite season of the year.
Being a North Carolinian gardener, I say balls to spring. Balls!
It's too damn short.
"Fuck, it's freezing!...Ooh, it feels nice outside...Fuck, it's hot!"
It happens that quickly. Then you're in for 5 or 6 months of hellacious heat and humidity.
If you ever have the magnificent good fortune to meet up with me in person in the summertime in North Carolina, you may notice the exotic fragrance that surrounds me everywhere I go.
It's brimstone. You get used to it.
Here, fall lasts a little longer than spring. We get a good three months of nice-ish temps before the Frozen Tundra of January happens.
Not really. It doesn't get all that cold, and the ground never truly freezes.
I just wanted to hear the collective scoffing sound from my Canadian friends.
Yesterday, I planted an assload of bulbs.
I planted more of these parrot tulips, because they were so awesome last year:
As well as more of these daffodils (wow, that's an old picture...it's from when I first came here. I was so proud of myself):
Those 'fucking daffodil bulbs' I mentioned in the last post were ready to be put in the ground!
The only problem was that there were 50 of them. Which turned out to be more like 80, once I counted what was in the bag.
Plus the 36 parrot tulip bulbs.
I started at about 8am yesterday, and didn't 'finish' until 12.
And by 'finish', I mean I got maybe half of them planted. I sweated more than Chaz Bono on 'Dancing with the Stars'.
I wanted to get the rest of them in the ground, but my back wouldn't cooperate.
"Fuck this shit!" said My Back.
"Shut the hell up. Quit complaining. I want to get this done today!" I said.
''Don't you just want to go on the computer or something? Sit in the nice comfy computer chair and bullshit with your friends? Post pictures of lolcatz? Did I mention the chair is comfy?"
"No. I hate wasting my day when the sun is shining. I want to be outside. I want to make my yard pretty."
"Fuck the yard!" yelled M.B. "I mean," it said more quietly, "your yard looks nice enough. And I'm so tired."
"Ok," said M.B. "Have it your way. But when you go to work later, I'll make you sorry. Bitch."
My back is such an asshole.
It did make my life hell last night. I had to put the final touches on the dreaded holiday set at the store. The district manager is coming in today for a final review.
It's a good thing I've been working so hard and running around so much the last couple of weeks though, because with all the stress eating I've done I should be 300 lbs.
But today I'm taking it easy. Perfect day to sit back and watch the leaves fall.
And a quiet back is a happy back.