Nah, David, Gilligan's Island was much tidier than my garden is. I am managing to uncover the edges of the pathways again, now that the oak trees are nearly finished dropping their yearly bounty of leaves, pollen and crappy sticky little brown flowers. I even took the leaf blower up on the roof so all those ones up there wouldn't blow down and cover everything again. The whole roof was a carpet of little brown flowers. Phew!
Those little flower thingies stick to the cat like velcro, and she comes in looking like a coconut macaroon sometimes. Naturally she lays down on the walkway just beyond where the leaf blower ran out of electrons.
Smells good around here with these guys in bloom, and the pinwheel jasmine vine out front, too.
