Got attacked by a japonica today, made me wysteriacal. Fuck gardening, you don't call laying paving slabs streeting (although you should) or redecorating housing.
Shitty sweaty hotness with various scratches and dirt, the smell of ripped crab-grass and dandelion.
And why are proper plants so fucking limp-wristed? (wilting namby-pamby splitters). Weeds have big broad fuck-off constitutions, and laugh in the face of me.
So I have decided I will cultivate weeds: brambles, chickweed, thistles and sticky peter (which isn't the name of a weed, but should be).
Then I will have a lush but raggy garden.
And I can relax in a miasma of pollen.
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