Spring is upon us once again. Glimpses of green dot the land. Neighbors spy on the condition of your Thistles. The Jones's hire a dozen busy hands. They have daisys and lillys and all the bells and whistles. But all is not lost, for gardening is good for the soul. Maybe a stone path or a garden for carrots. Show your neighbors they are weak, tired and snobby. For sprucing it up yourself is quite a cheap hobby.
