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PRG receives emergency haircut

Josh (L) and me (R)

I hadn’t been down to PRG due to oh, global pandemic and things like that, but we went on Saturday because Josh alerted me to the fact that weeds were taking over. It was bad. It was like we’d never weeded there in our lives. Actually it was more like The Day of the Triffids.

Not the “greatest science fiction novel of all time” version from 1952, not the cheesearriffic 1962 movie, but the UK TV version from 1981 in which poorly dressed and somewhat hirsute persons are blinded by a meteor shower and awaken the next day to discover giant mutant plants are walking around killing and eating people.

Wasn’t there a path once?

Yes. Just like that. We weeded for two hours on Saturday and barely made a dent. Ugh… something had to be done.

Happily, we were able to hire magical Tomas and his friend, thanks to Josh, and today Josh spent the entire day with them weeding the Triffids out of the garden.

They must have removed a metric ton of weeds. I can’t begin to tell you how much joy this brings me, but I want to all to get down on your knees next time you see Josh. It is sure to go to his head, but there you are. Look at the pictures. I don’t know what to say.

  
 

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