The itchy labrynth

Suzanne, a beautiful friend who drops by the garden occasionally while at WeMoon, remarked to me recently that while she was walking through the labrynth, she had to sidestep poison ivy. This did not strike me as the best conditions under which to meditate, or even to walk. Suzanne is a dancer, and is very graceful. I am neither, and so I know I would end up with itchy feet and a bad temper. Therefore the focus of this Saturday's open gardening, and perhaps next Saturday's, too, is to get the spiral in shape, and maybe even fully planted. In the mean time, you may want to consider wearing wooly socks and long pants.