When I moved to the suburbs after years of city dwelling, I had a hard time with it all. One of the ways that I got over suburban shock was to imagine I was Vanessa Bell and be an eccentric British woman with a garden. I don’t know how well I succeeded. I finally invested in a good handbag this weekend, and I think a good handbag means eviction from the hippy club.
Anyhow, I was amused to read that I wasn’t the only one who used Bloombery to overcome Suburban Shock. Read about Frances Palmer.
I am enjoying the gardening, though not in hot muggy days like this. Check out Echidne’s garden and Kieran’s weed.
Apt. 11d 
While it’s true that any true hippie would make their own handbag out of previously used clothing, I think investing in one handbag from the store is not immediate grounds for turning in your hippie card. Now if you buy another….
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I succumbed to tomato lust and planted three tomato plants in the one truly sunny spot we have (right next to the house). I also planted four basil plants, but some creepy crawly is mocking me by munching big holes in the leaves. My dreams of pesto and capresi salads will not be mocked!
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