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06/12/2006: "My Roses are Gonna Hate Me ..."
We haven't talked yet about my roses (don't worry, we will ...), but they're gonna hate me very soon.
All spring long, my rose garden got the loving care it needs. The plants got watered and fertilized, they got pruned and preened, they got sprayed with all kinds of toxic crap that keeps them looking fine. And they rewarded my efforts with beautiful spring crop. But they know something is up, because every year about the end of summer I suddenly disappear, leaving the roses to fend for themselves all during the fall. This is not something they do well, and usually they end up a diseased and dying mess.
I've been putting a lot of effort into the roses the last few weeks, because I knew it was just a matter of time - and now it's happened. The first billfish* of the season has been caught. So now my attention will be pulled offshore - and away from the roses.
They're gonna be pissed ...
* What? You mean you didn't hear about the first two swordfish of the season being caught? Well, you would have if you were an MNAC member ... 
