tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928782190641414169.post4001166155753713531..comments2023-06-20T02:11:06.402-07:00Comments on Grow Damnit!: The Garden, The Mulch, The BlondJesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15217361936715452718noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928782190641414169.post-37269753973113353242011-06-18T05:37:34.016-07:002011-06-18T05:37:34.016-07:00RIP Jane.....RIP Jane.....Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01179932499848511113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928782190641414169.post-79605601472174954602011-04-23T07:15:49.791-07:002011-04-23T07:15:49.791-07:00Oh, Jester, I laughed when I read about your tale ...Oh, Jester, I laughed when I read about your tale of mulching with a blonde! I have a friend who loves to come over and help us garden too, and it's just awesome. She says it's cheaper than going to the gym and she feels as if she's accomplished something. I know what she means, walking on a treadmill to Nowhere and lifting meaningless weights seems so stupid. <br /><br />My only regret is I may get too attached (and used to) the help she gives me during the season and if she decides to quit coming over I'll be left with a whole lot more work than I can handle. Right now it's the same way with my friend; she THANKS me for the opportunity to pitch mulch, deadhead hostas, and even for sticking her out in the Back Eight with a rake and a trailer raking up pine needles. I feel like I should be paying her!!<br /><br />Love your stories, you are a dear blogging friend, have a great weekend. P.S. I have been walking as much as I possibly can and trying to watch what I eat but parts of my body are still headed south at an alarming rate. I'm 53 now, can't imagine what I'll look like when I'm 60.....yikes.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18368318730124533690noreply@blogger.com