Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 09, 2017

“Little help!!”

Boy, I hope those don’t have thorns.

Jerry Von Amerongen has been spying on me and my grape vine!

Trellis and all.

He thinks I won’t notice, just cos he changed the leaves.

HAH!

I hurt thought the great vine.

This may be one of those occasions.

Ah! I see that Ms Crepe uses the same language as my spouse. Like Myrtle Crepe, my wife brings home and plants these monsters and then says “Don’t worry, WE’LL keep them trimmed.” Turns out I’m the only mouse in her pocket.

I also didn’t know that “We” is a singular pronoun.

Look out! It’s a triffyd!

Just stay away from my hedge!

Looks like my yard this summer. I just haven’t been able to find/make a yard work day.

Working six days a week will do bad things to ones scheduling ones of personal time.

Apparently “killer tomatoes” on the seed packet was not a reference to their quality.

It was Mr. Crepe’s unfortunate fate to be named Seymour.

I would have said that those vines were just Ballard Brambles, but, after just spending a day hacking away with a machete, at the vines and creepers that had taken over a couple of lots we own, here in Ecuador, I’d say they’re ubiquitous.

Feed Me!