Little Boxes, On The Hillside...

Weeds.



Remember a few posts back, I said that I had lost my garden Mojo?

The weeds were bad then, but they got even worse, as you can see from the photos.



I've discovered that my Mojo has been kidnapped.

Whoever's got my Mojo held hostage is one mean bastard. Do know what they did the other day?

Mailed me one of my Mojo's fingers!!



In the ransom note, they said that if I didn't weed my garden, they'd cut off the rest of my Mojo's fingers one by one.

And if I still didn't weed my garden?

You don't even want to know what they said they'd start cutting off my Mojo next!



So I got down down to business. It was super hot out, nasty humidity. When I came out the door, garden gloves in hand, it felt like I was stepping into someone's mouth.



That one behemoth of a weed you can see in the center of the above photos of my garden had literally become a TREE. When I pulled it out, it uprooted like 5 other plants next to it, including one of my oriental lilies.

My azalea had some sort of weird spiky tumour growing out of it. These kind of weeds gave it up more easily than the one above, though.


Hopefully I've done enough that my Mojo will be returned [mostly] intact.

I have a nasty feeling of who might have my garden Mojo...



And if she does, I'm screwed. She's one tough cookie. With a mean set of clippers. And she knows I'm anti-drug.

My Mojo is doomed. :(

I'm Working On My Purple Belt In Zumba

Actually, I think I'm working on my purple face in Zumba.



If you don't know what Zumba is, I'll tell you (if I can catch my breath).

My friend Andie invited me to her Zumba class as her guest this morning. For my first time ever. It's a new-ish exercise craze that is a cross between Latin dancing, aerobics, kickboxing, and good old fashioned calisthenics.

Actually, it's mainly ass-shaking. Mystikal style. You shake your ass....rotate your hips in a circle...shake ya ass...do some roundhouse kicks....shake ya ass....do some pelvic thrusts...shake ya ass...

You get the picture. Of my ass.



In fact...*peers over her shoulder*...I do believe it's still jiggling. Like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

What am I on about?

Well, I really should have entitled this post, 'Things I've Been Doing Instead Of Gardening".

Look at this crap. If you can even see it. Through all the weeds.



I feel like someone has stolen my garden mojo. Or at least my will to pull weeds and make my garden pretty.



It's been so hot and rainless, and I've been trying to keep up with watering...I just don't have the energy to pull the weeds.

I know, excuses, excuses. But when there hasn't been a day below 90F/32C with humidity that makes it feel much hotter for a month straight...it wears on you.

And suddenly you find other things to do. Inside things. Air conditioned things.

Things like friggin' Zumba.

Dear God, I never want to eat a cheeseburger ever again.



But I do hope someone will find my garden mojo and return it.

Amen.