04 October 2005
If this poetry thing doesn't work out...
I suppose I could always get a job as a pachysandra farmer.
Holy crow--they're everywhere in my garden, and multiplying like lice. Look how they're invading this little space between the house and the garage. Don't even get me started on the hostas. Must do some serious thinning this spring.
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You're making me miss Iowa... I haven't seen that many plants at one time in months! :)
Brandi! :) You should come visit.
Byf, not only are they smokeable, injectible, snortable, and brownieable, but the pachysandra fiber is also commonly known as "the new hemp." I am making my own paper and weaving trendy tote bags as we speak.
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