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Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make gardeners - Diary of a Necromancer
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Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make gardeners
Still not Raptured. My new container-garden, however, nearly got called home to Triffid Jeebus just now when the drainpipe on the end of their wall overflowed in a rain-squall, as it has been wont to do at the first sign of drizzle since we moved in, and drowned one of the tubs sloshing-deep. (The one on the other end is fine, the middle child damp but salvageable.) Not sure how many seeds may have slurped out onto the concrete when I hastily yanked it as far clear of the bucketing water as I could when the damn thing weighs about 60lb dry, but we shall see once it has a chance to dry out.

I stood out there with my battered old bubble-brolly waiting for the next burst of rain, to observe further what the problem was (for the record, this is why we weren't container-gardening before, because the two long windowbox-pots we've had against the wall there since we moved in have always flooded and drowned the occuplants), and soon found myself holding the umbrella over the hapless tub because it's still not enough out of range. And getting soaked to the skin in seconds as the water gushed over the umbrella and down my own back. If you wish to simulate this experiment at home, incidentally, just find the nearest fire-hose and stick it down the back of your trousers... But I suppose I get bonus points for being a responsible plantmommy, or something. I've managed to get the umbrella wedged in place over the victim, for now, which will doubtless further confuse the hell out of my @!##$ neighbors when they go out tomorrow morning. But screw 'em, anyway, this is their fault in the first place...

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