Today we had frost in the morning. It’s the second time this year and I don’t like it. Unfortunetly we’re not immune to it here in Northen California. We have to suffer through it much like the Scandinavically challenged people of the north.
This however presents a slight problem for me since my transportation unit lacks that one very significant feature that really helps out when a wind shield is completely frozen over. Heat. A minor detail, I know, but since I’m also missing a scraper, and keep perpetually forgetting to buy one, I end up resorting to a water hose as my only weapon in the battle of this horrible condition, widely known as frost.

I never thought these words would ever leave my mouth, but I think I’m actually starting to like gardening. All my life I’ve looked at this as something only old people do. People with no lives who lost their minds to some kind of mental illness, walking around and talking to plants as if they were their friends.