It's that time of year where everything is growing faster than the national debt. I went out to do a little gardening and after six hours doing battle with what I can only describe as the plants that came second in the audition for "the Little Shop of Horrors", I tried to stand up and only made halfway. Next time I'm just going to let my horse Duke have-at-it, and while I think about it there must be some way to fence off the lawn so he can do the mowing too.