Throw-in-the-Trowel Week (and How to Get Past It)
Each year, right about now, I want to declare it Throw-in-the-Trowel-Week, as the aftermath of spring’s tender, joyous effusion goes beyond charmingly fuzzy to just plain frowzy and tattered. The garden has a bad case of what a friend calls “the shaggies,” not to be confused with similar terms for a hairdo or a dance,…