In my head, there are just a few things that I don’t think should go together. Pickles and ice cream, snow and my life, Paris Hilton and the front page of the newspaper are a few examples. But as pregnant women, my husband and major media outlets can attest to, what I think and what actual happens are two very different things.
Nevertheless, when I tripped across a reference for an award for a “hot” new magazine called Garden & Gun, my logic meter failed to restart.
Garden and Gun.
Garden and Gun.
Sorry, just trying to get the logic meter to restart.
While I have said that I fully intend to go hunting, these are really not two topics that I would think normally go together, unless their intention is to continuously publish stories about deer, squirrels and rabbits and managing them in your garden.
Their website says that this is a magazine that embodies the essence of “21st Century Southern America”. Really?!? What is it you people do down South? Topiaries of Uzis? I can see the articles now, “Getting a Bang out of Making Bean Pole Tepees from Unused Shotguns”.
I alternately have visions of a 65-year-old elegant southern belle grandma stalking rabbits in her back yard with a double barrel shotgun while wearing camo gardening gloves and apron to a redneck good ol’ boy with missing teeth pruning a rose bush with shots from a .22 (for the light pruning, of course).
Now, I am sure that this is not the case. Probably the target audience is a genteel gentleman who tends dahlias and participates in quail hunts. But the words Garden and Gun seemingly should not go together. I want to know what night of drinking lead to even imagining that there was an audience for this?
I have yet to read the magazine (but if you work there, feel to send me one), but I have to say that just the title may cause me to see if I can find a copy at the local Borders bookstore. Maybe there will be some good tips to help with ridding my garden of those damn deer.
By the way, I am not the only garden blogger perplexed by this:



I am a big fan of the show the
I have to admit, I have attended more than a few
But that’s not what has got me talkin’ about her today. You see, I was walking past the corner where she use to live and I see this little sprout. You know the kind, not much past the gangly age but still not quite filled out. And I swear that this little thing is the spitting image of her.
Nope. Not this lawn.
Nope, Not this lawn either.
Not even close.
Angngngng. This is not Hanna’s lawn either.
Nope, wrong again.
Wring, wrang, wrong. Not Hanna’s lawn.
Yeah, right. Hanna just wishes. This one is Hanna’s super gardening neighbor,
Have I mentioned that the neighbors have sent around a petition to have me lynched on the grounds that I don’t fit in well with the whole suburban lawn mindset?
Like 90% of the residents of the