But…but…it’s September!
My mom is literally married to her garden. So much so that she freaked out when she came back from vacation after a month and saw the tomato plants shriveled up to pieces. It’s September, so soon everything’s going to die and it’s going to look like a barren wasteland.
So why does she insist on ordering garden decor when it’s going to happen in a few weeks? I will admit that it’s beautiful to look at. But it’s pretty useless so late in the season. To each their own–I can’t talk her out of it.
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