Other peoples’ gardens hold for me the greatest joys: All of the glory and none of the work.
Mother Hen
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Beautiful sentiment, Dorreen. I feel the same way when I smell a barbecue grill in the neighborhood. I can revel in the beauty of that, and not have any of the cleanup.
A plate of what they’re cookin’ wouldn’t hurt, though.
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Mmmmm bbq! We do a lot of those actually. But with no neighbours to stinge off, I’m stuck with both doing and cleaning… but it’s worth it! 😄
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To quote that great American actor that I share a birthday with, (doesn’t that explain a lot) Jack Nicholson in Batman, “Never rub another man’s rhubarb”.
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Gahahaha! No actual rubbing took place. Plus rhubarb leaves are itchy until they’re cooked. 😁
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<—– behaves 😉
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<——-is pleased!
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I couldn’t agree more!!!!
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As Abby Normal’s little sister, Abby So Lutely, says, “You betcha.”
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