There you are, weeding your way under the roses, around the daylilies, behind the lion's ear (in Southern California, that is). The Wayside Gardens fall catalogue is on the porch behind you, your arms are bleeding from rose thorn scratches, sweat and sunscreen are running into your eyes, your coffeecup is five plants back, and you can't find your clippers. You're thinking. You've run through the crimes of the Bush administration, your worries about the economy, and global warming. You've pondered the judgment of Rolling Stone magazine in preferring "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" to "Paint It Black." You're thinking about the baby rose you moved from its mother and transplanted that's doing well. You're wondering if and how you should fertilize the tomatoes in the back. And you're contemplating the neighbor's vinca and daring it to step one toe into your nasturtiums.
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