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A Hard, Dry Summer
Aug. 28th, 2006 09:08 am♠
When pruning the elephant ears in summers past, Monk would feel a little guilty, making the Darwinian selection, "Who isn't going to make it this morning?" With a tinge of god-like sadism, he joked that this would encourage the survivors to flourish.
Pruning the elephant ears this morning on this Trash Day, Monk says, "I'm just putting you out of your misery, aren't I?"
It has been a hard, dry summer. Though, the air was a little cooler this morning, and the winds seemed to be whipping up last night, as though we might get a break. But it is probably just a mirage.
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When pruning the elephant ears in summers past, Monk would feel a little guilty, making the Darwinian selection, "Who isn't going to make it this morning?" With a tinge of god-like sadism, he joked that this would encourage the survivors to flourish.
Pruning the elephant ears this morning on this Trash Day, Monk says, "I'm just putting you out of your misery, aren't I?"
It has been a hard, dry summer. Though, the air was a little cooler this morning, and the winds seemed to be whipping up last night, as though we might get a break. But it is probably just a mirage.
