A crafter fighting for the honor of her backyard

Is it a jungle out there? At my house it is. I stand alone with my shovel and crafting know how. In a fight for grass and glory (5 years till the graduation party).

Sunday, August 1, 2010

I atttack the evil garden gnome

Hi,

I'm new this is my first blog ever and that means it is more than likely going to be awful. Thank you to all who happen to show up your patients is much appreciated. ( as is spell check you do not want to see how that word looked a minute ago)


I live in a pleasant little house on a pleasant little half acre.  Now some of you are giggling and some of you have very wide eyes.  A half an acre can be as big or as small as you make it.  Mine is huge, gangling and it has teeth.  I like it not. 

I fight for the future hope though, a beautiful space for the tea parties of my childhood and the golden years yet to come.  There are those that would Thort me though, the gnomes that bumble and break up my ground the faeries that  bite and pinch as I step out of my doors and the great green creeping beasts that pollute my grassy lawn.  Ivy I name you and you will die. 


Incidentally any one in the metro area want pink peonies free to a good home.

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