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Jun. 6th, 2008 05:20 pmToday we prepped the Formal Garden for a wedding. Who wants to get married in Alabama in June, is what I want to know. It was boiling hot at 9:30. I feel sorry for the wedding party. BUT. The garden looks absolutely fabulous, so at least they'll have something pretty to look at when they're stroking out and sweating copiously.
Anyway. So the four of us had spent all morning mulching and pulling weeds and sprucing things up, and we were just putting the final touches on so that we could all leave for lunch. I looked up at the sky because a shadow had passed over the sun and there, soaring above us in tight circles, were about fourteen vultures, who were apparently waiting for us to die of heat prostration or something. I felt like I was in an old-school Looney Toons cartoon. It was pretty awesome.
Anyway. So the four of us had spent all morning mulching and pulling weeds and sprucing things up, and we were just putting the final touches on so that we could all leave for lunch. I looked up at the sky because a shadow had passed over the sun and there, soaring above us in tight circles, were about fourteen vultures, who were apparently waiting for us to die of heat prostration or something. I felt like I was in an old-school Looney Toons cartoon. It was pretty awesome.
