Friday, September 23, 2005

. . . and it smells great, too.

In yesterday's post I mentioned that I had planted chrysanthemums in the crotch garden. Several people asked what that might mean, and I suspect they were giggling.

We are people of such great culture and sophistication here, that we call the flower garden in the front of the house our 'crotch garden.' Perhaps this expertly-drawn diagram will explain why.

If you still have questions, please feel free to ask.

When the blossoms start to really bush out, I'll take a picture and post it. In the meantime, let the innuendoes flow freely. I have a crotch garden, and I can deal with them.