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I must admit, despite everything, my first response was "That was my fucking mint garden!"
Also, I am reminded of why I don't go puddle jumping when I'm home:
In more of the same news, the gazebo has some broken boards (one branch just went and punched through the bloody damned roof, and stayed there sticking straight up), the pool is seriously scrod (including massively ripped liner and dome, and bent dome frame), and that poor picnic chair is firewood.
And those tomatoes were almost ripe, damnit!
My mint, however, is just peachy keen. It really doesn't suprise me.
Oh, and the power was out for 9-10 hours. 730 or so until predawn, roughly 5ish? In pretty much most/all of malvern. What fun.
Also, I am reminded of why I don't go puddle jumping when I'm home:
In more of the same news, the gazebo has some broken boards (one branch just went and punched through the bloody damned roof, and stayed there sticking straight up), the pool is seriously scrod (including massively ripped liner and dome, and bent dome frame), and that poor picnic chair is firewood.
And those tomatoes were almost ripe, damnit!
My mint, however, is just peachy keen. It really doesn't suprise me.
Oh, and the power was out for 9-10 hours. 730 or so until predawn, roughly 5ish? In pretty much most/all of malvern. What fun.