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It has been interesting. After a relatively dry winter, at least by what I consider a dry winter, March and April have been dumping on us pretty good, every other week. 70-67-72-16-14-23. Good Lottery numbers, lousy temperatures.  Essentially, between the storms, we've been working on the soil, building compost out of coffee grounds and egg shells and spreading them through all the gardens and pots. What will this accomplish? Lord only knows, but it did give us something to do this winter. NICK:  Nick has had his share of troubles over the past few seasons, mainly because he hasn't gotten the love and attention of the others. We really focused on building him up this year with fertilizer, calcium and the compost concoction. At this precise moment, I'm not sure what's going in him this year. The master plot is downstairs and I'm too lazy to go get it. NORA:  Nora has really been the pride and joy over the past few years. She's the biggest garden and has had the most success with tomatoes and pumpkins. As you may remember, the pumpkins went crazy last season and took over the pine tree in the back yard. We're hoping for continued success this year, to the point that I am already working on a pumpkin hammock design if one climbs the tree again this year. ASTA:  Asta has become the dedicated pepper garden again with this year's crop being Hatch Medium, Hatch Mild and two Ghost Peppers. Part of the winter was spent enjoying ghost peppers whenever we could, along with any number of other exotic hot sauces. Enjoying may be too strong a word, now that I think of it. Thought it might be fun to grow a few and watch the squirrels bite into them. BUTTERFLY GARDEN:  Every spring is spent adding new soil to the butterfly garden in the hopes that we can have a full season of wild flowers and herbs. We've already got borage going indoors, all in the hope of getting it into the garden well grown, first thing. It's a good bee attracting crop, and, since we'll be raising bees about four feet to the right of this picture, it should be an interesting summer. My hobbies used to be a lot cheaper. (Actually, I can't back that up. All my hobbies since childhood have been expensive, equipment intensive efforts that drained my lackluster bank accounts and eventually wound up in corner of the basement: "Hey, look! Trains! (Or skeet targets or scuba tanks or glass cutters or oil paints or ... ad infinitum, ad nauseum.) MORE BUTTERFLY:  The gardens, I'm pretty sure, are prepped and fertilized and ready to go. The seedlings are progressing well indoors (as long as I don't try to transplant them to fiber pots with my fat little sausage hands. (The tremor doesn't help either as I tend to spray potting soil all over the kitchen, causing a mess and momentarily burying a sleeping Boston Terrier. THE POTS IN QUESTION:  The replanted, transferred, shocked-to-its-very-roots Borage is upfront, while the chiles hang out in the background. The Ghost Peppers are farthest from the camera, just to help you avoid any possible sneezing fit from them being too close.  Meanwhile, Tomatoes, Radishes, Pumpkins and something else I've forgotten, are hanging out in the dining room under artificial lights. It is said, well, it's not said, I just read it someplace, so it might have all the weight of a fact from some guy who makes pillows, but artificial light is better for seedlings as it builds sturdier stems. These are currently in the dining room getting 12-hours of grow-light a day, at which time I get 12-hours a day of inquiries from law enforcement and passersby as to what the hell I'm growing in my dining room. LITTLETON TRAIN STATION:  Stopped by the Littleton Train Station last night to pick up the boys from the Anaheim Express (Anaheim to LIttleton with one stop in East Nowhere, Utah). Mr. Bitterman had been in Anaheim with his mother, while Furious George had joined the train at East Nowhere, where he had been doing some extreme rock riding with Kermit the Frog. A PHOTO MEMORY OF THE TRIP: 
Both are looking quite good, though Furious George spent his time in the Club Car getting Blotto. It was a quiet winter for both as Disneyland was still pretty much shut down due to Covid. They picked up work where they could, but there wasn't much. They're always welcome here, but Bitterman promised his mother and Furious is still in a snit with the Bat-Shit Crazy Neighbors about one thing or another, so, he didn't want to spend his vacation here next door to them and the perpetually dancing martini shaker.  As for Young Otis Gumpox, he's been working diligently in the basement for the past six months, watching Sean Hannity on Fox News and sending him daily letters that review his arguments and performance. Sean, as you can well imagine, ain't having none of it. Young Otis, on the other hand, loves it, saying it's a pleasure to "twist Hannity's knickers" each and every day. Next up, Young Otis is determined to find a spine for Lindsey Graham, though, that might be like be searching for the 7 Cities of Cibola. THIS SEASON'S WATER FEATURE:  Young Otis Gumpox has also been helping with the new water feature. Built out of Lego Bricks and Silly Putty, at the moment, we're calling it "American Politics, 2020," though we agreed we're both sick of that thought and are looking for something new.
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Well, After the Frost, Which Was Not Quite the KILLER Freeze the Weather Guy Had Predicted, We Went Out Back and Pulled the Tarps.  I Was Very Pleasantly Surprised. Everything Seemed to Survive, (With the Exception of One Pot of Coleus Out Front.) Helped Along, No Doubt, by the Heavy Layers of Pumpkin Leaves Growing Everywhere Out of Nora. (Right)  The Chiles did Beautifully, the Moisture Even Reviving a Few Plants I Had Given Up for Toast. You Gotta Love Nature. Life Will Find a Way.  We're Even Seeing Some New Growth Here After a Fairly Comprehensive Harvest Two Weeks Ago. (We Seem to Be Growing Some Bricks as Well)  The Covered Pumpkins Seemed to Do Well. We've Got Two Hidden in the Pine Tree. (We Harvested Bungee Buddy)  As You Can See, (Well, Maybe You Can't) They're Doing Quite Well.  Huey, Dewey and Louie Were All Carefully Moved To Nora, Where They Were Covered. And Where They Survived.   Also Surviving, The Sweet Potatoes (Petite Purples Were Harvested by Furious George) And the Multi-Variety Basil. (What I Did Enjoy About the Freeze Was Fining Flash Frozen Japanese Beetles on the Basil.) (Take That, You Little Beasts!)  Also, Tomatoes Survived. We're Still Not Getting Much In the Way of Harvest on the Big Tomatoes. Once Again, Bitterman is Convinced That It's Soil. We're Going to Have to Test and Renew It Over the Winter With Money That Will Have to Be Found Somewhere. "Gold Doubloons and Pieces of Eight, Now Belong to Applegate ..." Maybe I Should Get Frank and Joe Hardy On It. They're Always Looking for a New Mystery. 
Remember the Other Day? Like, three days ago, When it was only 101-degrees? Then, 97? Then 91?  Well, Today it is 39. With Low Tonight of 28. What One of the Local Weather Jockeys LOVES to Call: "A Killer Frost! Did you Hear What I Said? KILLER!  Which is Par for the Course in Colorado. We've Had this Happen Before. It Will Happen Again, and, Likely, More Often, Given Climate Change. And, So, We Covered Everything With 9x25x2 Tarps From Amazon, (Who Now, Pretty Much, Own My Life) And We Harvested Everything We Could. Will the Late Tomatoes Make It Through "The Killer Frost?" Lord only Knows. (Though, Once We Had the Plastic Sheeting in Place, Fighting the Wind Every Step of the Way, The Weather Noodge Told Us to Use "Breathable" Tarps. There is No Winning with These Folks. (I Think They Wait to Tell Us These Things Because They Have a Kickback Deal With Amazon.)  We Harvested Everything that Even Looked Close, From Petite Purple Potatoes To Hatch Chiles (68 now and Counting!) A Few Tomatoes (They're Still Slow) And a Few Last Cukes and Acorn Squash. And, of Course, Ten Quadzillion Pumpkins  You May Recall the "Bungee Baby" Who Was Growing Through the Limbs of the Pine Tree? He Had Turned Bright Orange So We Saved Him From a Frozen Fate. He's the Bright Orange Pumpkin In the Upper Left Of This Photo. (Had to Save Him!)  I'm Hoping We Get More, Especially From the Tomatoes, But We'll Have to See. It Has Been One Short and Screwy Season Down on the Farm.  Speaking of Tomatoes, It Seems that Young Otis Gumpox Has Been Tasting All the Red Ones He Finds To Make Sure They're Ripe. We Spent An Afternoon Explaining to Him Why This Was Not a Proper Attitude in Backyard Farming  Not a Single One of the Garden Guard Dogs Bothered to Step in And Stop Otis From Eating the Tomatoes. I'm Not Sure What Deal They've Cut But It Must Be Something Good  Furious George Had the Bright Idea of Buying A "Little Firebug Just My Size Flame Thrower." He Decided to Sit Under the Plastic and Touch It Off Whenever the Temp Got A Little Too Chilly for the Plants. It Was a Great Idea, Even Through We Had to Cut Him Out of a Well-Sealed Package Of Plastic Wrap Come Tuesday Morning.  As for Mr. Bitterman, He Was Momentarily Upset With Furious and the Flame Thrower, But Seeing that His Drunken Assistant Was Suddenly Vacuum-Packed, Wanted to Leave Him Til Spring, When We Could Open Furious "Fresh." We Couldn't Do It. They'' Just Have to Learn to Get Along And Watch Each Other's Shows in the Basement all Winter. At the Moment it's Between "Love Island" and "The Donna Reed Show."  Also, While We Did Turn The Main Sprinklers Off, We Forgot to Check the Line To Our Stalin "Little Dictator" Water Feature.  It Not Only Froze Uncle Joe, But Frizzed his Hair And Made Him Look Suspiciously Like Albert Einstein. Now, If You'll Excuse Me, I've Got to Start The Gas Grill With Furious George's Flame Thrower. See You Next Week. Likely, From High in a Tree In the Next County. Okay. So the Photo is A little cockeyed, but, at this point in 2020, aren't we all? All three Gardens, Nick, Nora and Asta, Continue to go Great Guns. Asta and Nora are the Best, With Nora's Pumpkins Taking Over the Yard (23!) And Asta's Chiles Providing a Bumper Crop (52 and Counting!) Also, Look Closely And You Can See Young Otis Gumpox Riding His Mighty Dog Wrigley Through the South 40 (Square Feet)  The Slow Movers This Season Have Been the Bigger Variety of Tomatoes. They've Been Growing in Nick, the Upper Garden, And Have Taken Forever to Get Going. (Depleted Soil? Low Acid to Start? Not Sure.) (This Will Be a Re-Building Winter, For Sure.) Here it is, August 30 and Our First Beefsteak (At Least, I Think It's the Beefsteak, Everything Got Mixed Up in the Green House) Is just Barely Starting to Grow. One Fellow Looks to Have Been Attacked Another Seems to Have Been Exposed to Radiation.  Also, after a Season FREE, Free, I tell you, Of Japanese Beetles, The Little Bastards Have Come Back in a Cloud. We've Been Hand Plucking them Off the Basil and Chiles, Keeping Them From Sending Off Attractant Pheromones (When They're Squished) We've Then Invited Them to Swim in Our Community Pool with Dawn (tm) Added in. I Know, I Should Have More Concern For All of God's Creatures, But I Draw the Line at These Ass-Hats.  Despite the Wicked Attempts of Insects And The Great Horse Wrigley To Eat Every Growing Thing, We've Had a Pretty Good Crop This Year. Chiles are Outrageous, As are the Sweet 100s (Container Grown) And We're Now Getting the Yellow GE Lightbulb Tomatoes. We've Also Done Well on Cucumbers, But About Half Have Been Really Bitter. Gonna Have to Look Into That.  Early This Morning, Both Looking Somewhat the Worse for Wear, Mr. Bitterman's New Assistant, Brynn, Joined Me in the Harvest. She's Fresh From LA and Tested Negative, So, Bitterman is Letting Her Harvest What He Doesn't Want to Carry Up to the House. As You Can See, Pumpkins and Acorn Squash Are Starting to Reach The Picking Point.  This is What Has Been Passing For Joy and Surprise Around Here. Bitterman Simply Wanders Off to Chew On Another Leaf. I'm Not Sure What They Are. He Says They Came From Peru.  Meanwhile, When He's NOT Chewing on "Bitterman's Special Leaves," He's Putting Up Posters of Winston Churchill Exhorting the Plants to "Grow, Damn You!" As Only Winston Can Say It. All but the Tomatoes Seem to Listen.  Furious George Has Spent His Summer Learning About Wine With The Bat-Shit Crazy Neighbors. It's in a Nice Glass, Sure, But That Shit Came Out of a Box. (I've Known Those Neighbors Too Damned Long.) Furious is Convinced We'll Grow Both Wine Grapes And Bananas Next Year. Bitterman Told Him To Keep Drinking and Dreaming.  Young Otis Gumpox has Spent The Hot (95+) Afternoons Watching Old Hopalong Cassidy Movies. He's Now In a Heavy Western Phase. Shooting Bad Guys Only in the Hand And Then Riding Off to The Melody Ranch For a Song or Two with Gene Autry. Furious George Refuses to Play His Smiley Burnette. (This Was His First Horse, "Topper," Before the Mighty Steed "Wrigley' Showed Up From LA)  This Is Young Otis Gumpox's New Buddy, A Pitty-Lab Mix Named Wrigley. He's Saddle Broken and a Sweet Ride for Young Otis. As Long as the Hopalong Cassidy Cowboy Outfit Doesn't Come With Spurs We Should Be Fine.  Now, THAT is a Happy Dog!
When All This Nonsense Began, The Little Birdhouse Was Standing Upright, The Gardens Were Empty And It Was Easy to Traverse The Backyard.  Now, Even Roscoe Can't Find His Way Through (Yes, He's In There Somewhere) And, No Matter How Much He Pees On Pumpkin Leaves, They Continue To Grow Completely Out of Control. (I Must Say, The Container Basil is Doing Exceptionally Well!)  So Are the Sweet Potatoes, Which Came as a Bit of a Surprise, As I Grew Them From Seed Potatoes, Something I Had Never Done Before And Was Basically Guessing At the Process.  Godzilla Appears to Have Lost the Gnome Among The Acorn Squash. (At Least 4 This Year, Possibly 8 if the Season Goes Long.)  This is Vlad's Garden. He's the Furless Sphinx Grandcat That Likes to Explore Gardens. (With Spotters at Every Conceivable Exit.) His Wanderings Tend to Drive Young Otis Gumpox Crazy. As a Former Employee of GE (We Bring Good Things to Light) I Have Been Contracted to Grow These Lightbulb Tomatoes. They'll Eventually Turn Yellow And Give the Company Another Green Initiative to Point At While Hoping Everyone Ignores All the Other Stuff They Do.  And For Those Of You Who Were Wondering: The Tree Pumpkin Continues to Grow. Last Time I was Down There I Had to Adjust the Bungee. It Seems the Bungee Had Lost Its Bounce. Bitterman is Convinced the Tree Groaned for a Moment Under the Weight As He Passed By.  We're Trying to Be Careful With Water Usage, As We're In the Middle of a Big Damned Drought. Furious George Is Convinced It Would be Cheaper and Safer to Switch Over to Vodka As Fish Have "Relations" in Water. I Don't Think We'll Go That Far, But, I May Join Him.
Young Otis Gumpox Finished "The Umbrella Academy 2" Last Night. He's Now Determined to Write His Own Thriller-Sci-Fi-Comic-Drama-Fantasy-Time-Jumping-Series, "The Colorado Home for the Exceptionally Mundane." He Has Great Hopes. (Ah, the Foolishness of the Young Writer.) (Though, I Hope He Does Mention Me When He Wins an Emmy.)  As for Mr. Bitterman, He's Tired of Readjusting Hoses and Sprinklers Every 30-Seconds. So, He Just Bought a New Water Feature.  The Stalin Fountain Goes Well With the Vladimir Lenin Fountain Bitterman Found in Warsaw Last Year.  If He Gets Malenkov, Khrushchev And Brezhnev, We'll Have the Whole Set of Early Soviet Leaders!  If You Recall from Our Last Episode, The Pumpkin Caught in the Tree Required a Little Hammock to Protect Its Stalk. (Here It Rests Comfortably)  Problem is, I Believe Him to Be One of Those Two-Hundred Pound Mammoths That Mr. Bitterman Insisted on Buying This Year As He Wanted a Jack-O-Lantern That "Made a Statement." (Well, Hernia or Not, HE'S the One Who Is Going to Be Hefting This Sunzabitch Around Come October.) Bitterman Has Also Taken to Sowing Fries Along the Sidewalk, All in the Hopes of Attracting New "Crow Buddies" to the Yard. (Thank God He's Not Thinking That Sowing These Would Reap Potatoes. We'd Have to Get Him Into One of Those Presidential Cognitive Tests.) ("That, my good sir, is an Elly-font!") One of the Crows is Spelling Out Words in the Fries. With this "Ey!" We're Starting to Call Him "The Fonz."  Here is The Fonz, Beginning His Daily Message to Mr. Bitterman. It Has Progressed Beyond "Ey," To Chemical Formulas Necessary for Nuclear Fusion. We Might Be Onto Something Here.  Meanwhile, Everything is Growing At a High Rate of Speed. The Pumpkins Had to Be Cut Back As They Were Blocking the Water From Everybody Else. And, We've Got a Beautiful Collection of Cucumbers Going. (Not That You Can See Them.)  Wait a Minute. Oh, There They Are ...  (I Keep Losing Them Among the Ornamental Squash.)
Onto the Garden! There Comes a Time For Each and Every Backyard Farmer When Imagination Takes the Lead Over Sweat and Worry And Knocking Hailstones Aside with a Jack Kramer/Wilson Tennis Racket  One of the Pumpkins Decided To Shoot a Frond Through the Neighboring Pine Tree Which Left Us With a Baby Pumpkin About 2 Feet Off the Ground With The Wrap from an Old Hose And a Couple of Bungees, I Made the Little Guy a Hammock. Now, if He Turns Out to Be One of the 200 Pound Variety, We'll Have to Re-Think This...  Once Again, Some of the Borage is Doing Nicely. While Others are Being Sucker-Punched By Voles and Pumpkin Vines.  Today, the Game Became "Do We Have Any Cucumbers?" The Answer, After Some Searching, Is Yes.  Yes, Mr. Cuke is in There. Just Try to Find Him.  And, While You're At It, You Might Want to Find Furious George. He Enlisted Becky to Help With the Weeding, Then, Disappeared, Leaving Her to It. He Re-Appeared an Hour Later, With His Fingers Covered with Orange Eating All the Cheesy-Poofs Left Out for the Crow Buddies.
As For Mr. Bitterman, He's Hiding Out Somewhere In the Butterfly Garden. He Wants Nothing to Do With Any Of Us. (He's Convinced the Pumpkin Hammock Was His Idea) (Patent Applied for, US Pat Off. 27941) In Our Last Episode, We Investigated the Jungle of Nora, Where Pumpkin Leaves the Size Of Brazilian Gunnera Manicata Leaves Grow.  With That In Mind, Professor Michael King Decided to Perform an Experiment: Releasing an Ill-Tempered Sphinx Cat Into One End of the Garden In Order to See Where He Came Out. When He Does, We'll Let You Know. And Professor King Can Climb In To Find All the Little Surprises Said Cat Has Left Behind. The Creature in Question: (Note the Condition of the Top Sheet)  Meanwhile, While the Cat Was Away, The Beans Took Off. We've Got a Great Crop of Green Beans Among the Acorn Squash …  … And, the Beginnings of Acorn Squash Among the Green Beans.  With That in Mind, We Also Made Our First Harvest Today Wax Beans. They're Real Beans, But They're Wax. Not Like Paraffin Wax, But Wax Beans. Not Like The Wax Fruit Grandma Had in the Bowl on Her Dining Room Table That You Ate and Barfed for a Full Afternoon, But Real Wax Beans. Beans. Not Wax. Wax Beans! (Oh, for God's Sake, Ignore the Wax Part!) 
And, Young Otis Gumpox Has Decided to Stick Around Here And Pick Up Where Furious Left Off. He Pretends to Drink Martini's With the Bat Shit Crazy Neighbors. Then, He Excuses Himself, Goes Inside, And Steals All Their Toilet Paper.  Well, At Least Now We Know Who Has Been Eating All the Figs. The Instructions on a Pack of Pumpkin Seeds Called for Me (Hereafter Known as "The Farmer") To Thin the Seedlings Soon After Emergence. I Couldn't Do It. They Worked so Hard to Grow Out of the Soil That I Had to Give Them All A Chance to Thrive. And Thrive They Have. The Little Bastards Have Essentially Taken Over the Lower Garden (Hereafter, known as "Nora") And Pushed Everything Off Into a Space The Size of a Rhode Island Postage Stamp. Cucumbers and Beans are Currently Fighting for Sunshine While the Pumpkin Vines are Reaching Over Into Other Gardens and Need Serious Redirection. (And, Look! We've Got a Pumpkin!)  The "Surprise Pumpkin" in All of This Continues to Take Over the East Side of the Small Garden (Hereafter known as "Asta") And Threaten The Health and Well-being of the Hatch Green Chile Plants. Once again, I should have Pulled This Sucker Early, But I Simply Didn't Have the Heart.  About the Only Plants Not Affected By the Continual Advance of the 200-lb Pumpkin Plants are The Borage The Sweet Potatoes The Purple Petite Potatoes and The Basil (Hereafter known as "Basil Rathbone")     "Basil Rathbone" (Seen Above). Just Returned from His Triumphant Tour of the North Counties in "Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of the Basketballs." The One Potted Plant That Couldn't Seem to Outrun Pumpkin Clutches Was The Garlic. The Pumpkin Threads were Using The Garlic Sprouts To Pull Themselves Across to the Tomato Patch. It's Like Watching A Vegetable Version of "Invasion of the Body Snatchers." (It's Odd, Because Furious George Argues that The Body Snatchers Are, in fact, Vegetables. He Tried to Order Some Pod Seeds from O'Toole's, but Got Turned Away.) (They're on Back Order with the Big Box Stores -- Seems There's Been Quite a Run on Pod People in Washington.)  How The Garlic Escaped All This, I Just Don't Know. In The Upper Garden (Hereafter known as Nick -- or "Neeeck" as Young Otis Gumpox Calls It) We've Got Slowly Growing Tomato Plants That Are Receiving Special Attention.  And Some Slowwwwly Growing Plants That Require Special Dispensation from The Vatican. (Becky and Mr. Bitterman Have Been Adding Egg Shells And Coffee Grounds for the Spindly 'Maters In the Hopes That They'll Think It's Breakfast and Wake Up.)  On the Other Hand, The Acorn Squash Have Caught Fire And Are Growing Well Thanks to Regular Miracle Gro Liquid Feedings.  Lately, We've Had a Family of "Crow Buddies" Visiting 2-4 Times Daily. They're Not Bothering the Gardens, But Have Loved the Cheez-It Cheese Crackers We've Left Out For Them Daily. Young Otis Gumpox (Just Off Stage Left in This Picture) Has Been Trying All Afternoon To Convince the Crows to Share Their Cheez-Its. So Far, No Joy. 
Dear Kellogg's: If Anyone There in Battle Creek Would Like to Send a Year's Supply of Cheez-It Baked Snack Crackers in Order to Save The Bank Account of A Poor Backyard Farmer, You Can Reach Me Through The Comments Section of this Here Blog. Mmmmm. Cheez-It. Personally Endorsed by Young Otis Gumpox. Everything was Quiet around Here for Most of June. The Seedlings were Slowly Growing. (And By Slowly, I mean SLOWWWWWWLY) Until about a Week Ago when, BAM! The Pumpkins in Nora and Asta took off Like a Shot. As Did the Cucumbers.  One Pumpkin we Didn't Plant And Weren't Expecting Was the Surprise in the Chile Garden.  The Sumbitch Just Appeared One Day. I'm Not Sure If it was a Leftover from Last Year Or a Transplanted Seed Courtesy of One of the Seven Squirrels Bitterman has Befriended in the Back Yard. It has, however, Forced Me to Consider Moving at Least Two Chile Plants.  Meanwhile, as Furious George sipped Martini's With the Bat-Shit Crazy Neighbors, We Had a Visitor.  While I went Down to Investigate, Becky Found Mr. Bitterman And Asked him to Help Shoo the Turkey Away. He said, "Which one?" At Which Point They Both Laughed and Went Inside for More Wine.  We've also Got a Beautiful Crop of Basil Going in One of the Barrels. (The Others Have Sweet Potatoes and Petite Purples)  We've Also Had Very Good Luck With the Acorn Squash.  About the Only Thing I'm Really Worried About Are the Tomato Plants We Have Growing in Nick, The Upper Garden. They're Ridiculously Puny And Refuse to Grow. I've Tried Building Up the Soil And Adding Some Acid to the Ground, But Nothing Seems to Work Yet. Tomatoes May Be a Farmer's Market Purchase This Year. (We've Had Soil Problems with Nick in the Past, We May Just Have to Clean Him Out And Replace the Soil.  Meanwhile -- The Butterfly Garden is Going Great Guns.  Everything We Sowed This Season Has Seemed to Have Paid Off Bigly. We're Very Happy With It.  Furious Wanders Down to Sit Among the Flowers For His Evening Martini's. By Number 4, He's Talking to the Alligator Sculpture And Dancing Amidst the Buds. (Artist Representation by Al Hirschfeld)  As for Mr. Bitterman, When He's Not Drinking Wine With the Missus, He's Been Spying on The Tiny Tomatoes, Trying to Discover Why They Refuse to Grow.  Young Otis Gumpox Invited His Family to Join Him For Part of the Summer. It Has Been Crowded, but Fun. Mom and Dad Are Great But Uncle Hezikiah (Left) Is a Real Piece of Work. He's a Real Grumpoid Unless He Gets to Watch Endless Reruns of "Pawn Stars." (As He Explained, "They Get Some Really Interesting Shit on That Show.") (I Hope He Doesn't Discover "American Pickers."  And He's Drinking All My Beer.  Just Another Day in the Garden ... |
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