If it weren’t for the holiday season, we probably would have legislated the month of December out of existence long ago.
Remembering lost loved ones with memory gardens
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People ask me why, year after inexplicable year, I continue to crank out these bizarre little lyrics for the holidays.
Brace yourself. I’m going to smack you across the kisser with a cold, wet herring of truth: Gardening ain’t easy.