By Heather O.
Forget the snow, the gray days, and the numb toes. Let’s talk about the real hardships of winter.
I had to buy fresh basil today.
Tell me why y’all are tired of February too, the shortest yet freakin’ longenest month of the year. And I made up that word, “longenest” especially for February, because “longest” was just too short to describe such a heinous month.
And along with your vitriolic condemnations of the evil time, tell me also how you get through these last few days, weeks, whatever of winter before you can actually go back to merrily picking herbs willy nilly from your garden. I’m in need, people.
I did buy some daffodils the other day, to display in my house and cheer the place up.
They’re dead now.
Maybe I should get a hyacinth.
I’d say that I should be looking forward to my hibiscus coming back to bloom, but my dog ate it.
It’s dead now, too.
Just in case you were wondering, not many plants survive a Labrador’s teeth. Dog teeth are sharp, ya know.
I’d also say that I would be looking forward to my mint coming back, or even possibly taking a clipping or two right now, as they say that mint is virtually indestructible.
Clearly, “they” have never met my dog. Who, in addition to consuimg tropical plants, also likes to dig holes. Deep ones. In mint beds.
Just in case you were wondering, not many plants can survive a dog’s furiously digging paw. Dog’s paws are strong, ya know.
Wow, is this a post about February, or the desctructive powers of my dog? Hmm, I’m not really sure. Maybe they’re related. Maybe she hates February, too, and is just acting out her own doggy version of Seasonal Affect Disorder. Maybe she was attacked by a mint vine in another life, and is getting karmic revenge.
You decide. But, to borrow a line from our newest contributor-
Comment or die.*
I’m going to bed now.
*Again, I have to give credit for this line to Sarah Flake. Especially since I used it without even asking permission. In case she ever decides to sue me for blantently lifting her humor. If you laugh so hard you find yourself emailing us a number for an account off the Cayman islands with large sums of money in it, I’d have to give it all to her, you know. After all, lawsuits make for a bummer of a blog relationship.
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