Aerated, as it were

Amazingly, I have some new roses coming in, which reminds me that today is World Naked Gardening Day, a time to give the sunshine a chance to do for you what it does for your flowers. (Yeah, eventually they wilt, but they’re outside 24/7 and you’re not.)

Last year’s commentary on WNGD proved to be surprisingly popular, and I need not repeat it here, except to echo one of the cautions: you might want to have something on when you bring out the Weed Wacker.

And someone asked if I’d ever been, um, damaged during activities of this sort. Well, not with the string trimmer; but once I dropped a rake on my foot, and one of the tines landed exactly between two sandal straps. Still, this is an instance where neither shirt nor pants would have saved me.

Update, 8 pm: This chap seems to be getting into the spirit of things.





3 comments

  1. Patti »

    9 September 2006 · 3:03 pm

    Oh darn, I’m so terrible at gardening!

  2. CGHill »

    9 September 2006 · 3:24 pm

    I’m not exactly proficient at it, but I haven’t killed much of anything either. (The section of the front lawn that looks vaguely lunar is a victim of drought, aided and abetted by my stinginess with city water, aggravated by occasional spates of low pressure in this part of town.)

  3. Tatyana »

    10 September 2006 · 8:47 pm

    Oh how I miss my garden…

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