I am less of a gardener than a manager of weeds.
This occurred to me as I strolled though the yard Sunday morning with my buff cat, George Lewis, in tow.
The tomatoes I planted in June are mostly dead, but I let them stand to spare a few green vines and late fruit trying to ripen.
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