I’ve been away in California for 10 days and would now like to be called Steve Scorsese or Stephen Spielberg or Your High Holiness or skinny. So, yeah, I’m totally full of myself now. An ego the size of… the size of… the incredible mess in my garden.
Nothing brings you back down to earth (see what I did there) like the garden. It does not care that you were in California being all “mr wannabe director” and drinking wheat grass (which does nothing by the way). It does not care that you passed by several important California streets or that you saw a girl that looked like the guy who played the little kid Nicholas on Eight Is Enough. It does not care that somebody almost let you drive their Porsche or Lamborghini or whatever the hell that car was.
My particular garden only cares that it’s getting warmer and that it’s a mess and that peas should be in the ground. Weather permitting, I’ll be cleaning it out and getting peas in with the help of my son Kyle. Perhaps Sunday.
I’ll post pictures later of the ugly mess.
What’s the state of your garden? Are you still in LA waiting for your big break or have you been hard at work in the dirt?