Well, the truth is out. Lex let the cat out of the bag, on the phone the other day, that her dad put her in charge of making sure I don't "dilly-dally around" with getting the new Cantina Garden planted up, the way I usually do. Grrrrrrr! Them's fightin' words in this household, and anyone who tries to push me on this project is liable to lose a hand.
As you may recall from this story, John and I have some serious schisms when it comes to gardening philosophy...or decorating...or just about anything that involves filling any kind of space, for that matter. Lex hit the nail on the head when she said "Now Mom, calm down. You and Dad just have different styles when it comes to learning something. You like to study up in advance, consider all the possibilities, list the positives and negatives of a situation, and not make a move until you've come up with the perfect solution. Dad needs to just jump in head first, and (hopefully, occasionally) learn from his mistakes."
OK. Fine! He's got four whole acres here to jump around in and mess up to his heart's content. But. Not. Here. Not in our Mexican Courtyard Kitchen Cantina Garden! It's gonna evolve slow and easy, and not one thing will be planted until I'm certain it's just the right plant for that particular spot. But rest assured, once it's done? It will be stupendous!
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PSSSSTTT!!!!
That means he's making that horse-snuffle sound of disgust with his lips. I cause him to do that a lot, but he loves me anyway.
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