Sorry about the page of code instead of my site there…a new plugin apparently had a psychotic break while I wasn’t watching. It’s dead now, Jim.
We haven’t stepped out into the garden much this past week…90+ degree temps/humidity will do that for you, as will recovering from the gawdawful drive to deliver the kids up to Nana for the summer. But today we’re bygad going to get those three new planting boxes filled, which means schlepping a crapload of 30lb bags around our heinously-sloped backyard, which means by sundown I’ll be crying for anything containing rum and an ice-pack.
Pictures may or may not follow.