I remember the first time I went into the hospital for breathing problems and the manila folder lying on the tray table beside me. Manila folders are the lifeblood of a hospital, and this one accompanied me from the emergency room. Snoop Brother that I am, I just had to look in it to see what was going on with MY lifeblood. Handwritten on the folder’s tab was simply this: “S.O.B.”
“Boy, these people are good—less than three hours and they already have me diagnosed as a sonofabitch!” I thought, wondering what kind of regimen they have for S.O.B.-ness.
Wrong. S.O.B. is a medical acronym for “shortness of breath.”
So what’s the point of this story? There isn’t one; I just happen to like it. And to own up to the fact that I really am a sonofabitch for teasing you with these photos from Tui’s garden last summer. Tui is the lady who lives in North Cowpat, Ontario, but with her Scottish ancestry, a garden is much more than a dead geranium in a hanging basket on the patio.
Check out her spectacular slideshow, Garden in Early June, while I give my dead geranium some water. There's always hope that my black thumb will turn green.