I'm getting my story confused with someone else's. Her name is Sky. His name is Bryan. Oops.
I actually want to show you my favorite gardening tool. Wait! Don't leave yet. It's worth a look. Or should I say They're worth a look.
My mom sent these gloves to me a few months ago. They're the best I've ever owned. That doesn't really mean much since I usually buy the 50 cent clearance gloves while I'm checking out at the garden store, and those last about 2 trips outside before disintegrating, but seriously, these new gloves are great. They protect the wrist and part of your arms, which is great when you're dealing with the spiked vines from hell, sticks, logs, rocks, broken toilet lids (don't ask), rotten wood, compost, and even dirty diapers (just kidding).
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Anyway, we're already living together. It's been a whirlwind romance. Clear the month of June and expect your invitation soon.
P.S. A month ago, I threw some lettuce seeds in the ground because I read that even if it takes forever, lettuce will germinate at cold temps almost 100% of the time. I also wanted to test our soil (which you can see ain't that great). Well, here are a few tiny seedlings.
Damn, that soil needs work. It's got more wrinkles than my face despite regular watering (which lettuce definitely requires). Maybe the gloves will help it out. I'll allow it, although I might get jealous.