Alive! It's Alive! It's ALIVE!

Ya know. I've seen a lot of crazy stuff in my time.

Sad thing is, due to corruption as a child, I have only recently started to notice that many of the things which I considered completely normal are now, in fact, labeled 'faux pas'.

For instance, in true 'You Might Be a Redneck' fashion, I have compiled a list of my most recent conclusions.

*ahem*

You might be from Lake Shore if:

• You wear cowboy boots to church each Sunday. (If you're really slick, they match your 2,000 lb. belt buckle.)
• You lick the spoon before sticking it back into the Nesquik so that it will be 'clean' for the next person. (We're just thoughtful like that.)
• You say things such as "I seen you do it!", "Howdy ya'll." and "That thar' horse."
• You serve old hot dog buns for dinner as a side. Which would normally be considered tacky except this time round they are toasted brown with Parmesan cheese and butter. Which of course = instant delicacy.
• You encounter more roadkill on the way to work than fellow automobilers.
• Instead of running to the grocery store when you're out of eggs, you check under a hen in the backyard.
• Your five-year-old neighbor not only knows how to drive before you do, he handles heavy machinery/farm equipment on a daily basis.
• You're (knowingly) married to your second cousin.
• There are announcements in Relief Society regarding 'free zuchinni' practically every Sunday throughout the summer.
• Your farmer's tan is so bad that people wonder why you're still wearing a t-shirt in the pool.
• Each morning, you wake up to an honest-to-goodness rooster crow.
• You read this list and relate.

But returning back to my original thought... (hence the title)

They LIVE!!!
(*victory dance*)

You bet against me bringing them back to life, didn't ya?
(No. *frightened nod*)
Aw. Tell your Corinner-Elly the truth. Aww, say it. Say it.
(I did.)
Yes. You made a boo-boo.
(*sobs* I did. I did!)
The Boo Box.
(Not the Boo Box. NOO!!!)

Yah. That's right.

Fear me and my mad skillz.

And yes.
I am from Lake Shore.

And I blog about gardening.

Taken for Pomegranated

Have you ever felt a tad bit used?
Like things are going pear-shaped?
Maybe I'm just plum crazy and I don't mean to upset the apple cart but...

Wouldn't ya say after trying hard to make life a little bit easier for everyone else around you that they (silly thought I know) just might notice and thank you?

Does this sound familiar to any of you? Does anyone give a fig?

Good. Me neither.

So I've expanded my genius to gardening this weekend.
Look at the beautimous results.

Observe.

I'm kickin' myself for not taking a 'before' pic to compare to the 'after'. Seriously. The change is like day and night.

The iris' all used to be on the right and the rose was completely transplanted from the left to the middle and all of the little new un's are, well, new and the goldenrod is cut way back because it was about to take over the world and... well, you get the idea.

(oh, and BTW. Goldenrod smells like hot dogs. For reals, not for fakes.)

So basically... I have a green thumb.

*which can be a real problem color coordination-wise*

That said, I'll keep you posted on any new developments.

And by that I mean, all the transplants may just die.

But I can work around that.

A black thumb's a lot easier to match.