One minute war break then back to the action

Garden tour

“I’m ready to face any challenges that might be foolish enough to face me.”—Dwight

If you’re a little tired of reading about spike proteins, myocarditis, masks, social distancing, Dr. Fauci, Fuck Joe Biden, Sudden death, vaccines, a fake virus, evil, nuclear war, famine, genocide, fake news, fake politicians, or sheeple people— did I leave anything out? Add it here (_____________________________________________). If you are and you’d like to tour my garden before it turns into a ghost for the winter scroll on down. It’s only a one minute break, but you can always visit again if you need another one minute break.

I’m a big time garden nut. I love all gardens, any size or shape, from the most glamorous to the smallest. Next year I’m going to host the first ever garden tour in my city. I put out a feeler on Facebook and I got about 300 responses saying they’ll be there. Pressure’s on.

For many years my garden had no name. It was No Name Garden. I wanted a name. I asked friends who came to my garden for a name. Here are some that they suggested, Badass Gardens, Fung Shway Gardens, Garden H, Mike’s Miracle Garden, Heaven’s Garden, and a few others. One evening I was walking through my garden shooting some video and on the playback I hear a female voice say, “Hi Mike.” I’m alone, or so I thought. She gave me a name, Ghost Gardens. The most haunted garden on planet earth and I have about 1,857 audio files on my computer that will support that claim. It’s very unique—a garden shared by two worlds.

There are two gates to the garden. The other gate goes through Bird House Bar. I have plans to replace both gates with something a little more ghostly.

This is hosta alley. Dying back now.

That bird bath took me about six hours to paint. I sprayed a clear coat protector on the top in hops I won’t have to paint it again for three years or forever. My birds seem to like a lot of color.

In this box I grew carrots, beets, kale, and spinach. I purchased the two scythes this year because a Reaper needs a scythe and he should have a backup just in case. My dad gave me the hammer when I was a kid. He died on 11-11-11. I scratched in the date on the handle.

The top head dress I found on the beach in Moclips Washington. Moclips is a very haunted city boarding up to the Quinault Indian Nation. There is some really cool history associated to Moclips. I typically frequent it about five times a year.

The far box does have a driftwood rail, but while I was on my 11 day roadtrip someone decided to take it down for me. The spirits have an acronym for this—WOO. It stands for Window Of Opportunity. We’ve had many discussions about this. Are you told before hand that at a certain time, for a brief moment you can touch something, someone, move something, and if so who told you? In addition to the rail being taken down, I have about a dozen or so birdhouses I built and one of them was laying on the concrete walkway. Nothing was broke. It was if it was just gently laid on the ground.

This picture shows the missing rail.

I bought some Marigold seeds to boarder the front two garden boxes. I wasn’t expecting them to grow two feet tall. It didn’t say on the packet that they’d grow two feet tall. ?????? The one lone tomato plant in the back has produced about 50 giant tomatoes.

This is an authentic prisoner ball and chain made in the early 1900’s. I sit in my Amish rocking chair made in 1850 and wonder whose ankle it might have been attached too. I like old rusty chains and they’re hanging throughout my garden. It is possible that in a previous life I might have been chained up. I bought that giant cowbell this year in the very haunted town of Port Townsend in an antique shop. I also wonder about the cow / cows that had it around their neck. In their honor it’s proudly displayed. In our war it is possible that a lot of these murdering criminals will have to be house arrested for lack of any jail space. Of course they’ll have an ankle bracelet, but I think they should also be required to wear a big fucking cowbell. The crow pillow was sent to me this year from England. The person hand painted the crow. Very cool. The hot tub steps I made out of scrap wood off the beach in Moclips. Hot tub store wanted $185.00. I like free better.

Burd Howc Bar$ Opin ? was also made from driftwood washed up on the beach in Moclips. The Knuckle Saloon in Sturgis South Dakota is for sale if anyone is looking to buy a saloon. You really only need to be open two weeks a year in August and it’s enough to pay all of your annual expenses—a lot of motorcyclists come through. Note the barred owl wine bottle. When you scroll through the wine at your grocery store notice how many labels have owls on them. Cowboy hat belongs to my wife, rubber ducky belongs to my granddaughter.

This concludes the tour through Ghost Gardens if you are ever in my area and you’d like a complimentary glass of wine and experience the garden in person please contact me.