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SEEDS & WEEDS: The Funniest Things People Have Said About GARDENING

Hours of laughter for gardeners (and anyone who likes to laugh). Dig in and discover a shedload of hilarious gardening tweets, blog posts, memes, cartoons from award-winning cartoonist Mark Parisi, one-liners, verse, witty definitions, bushels of photographs, and more. Here is your garden center of laughter about all things gardening-related — from compost to cutworms . . . sheds to shovels . . . bee stings to back pain . . . dibbers to dandelions . . . sunburn to slugs . . . seed packets to squirrels . . . lawn mowers to leaf blowers. Enjoy bales of laughter in this romp through the world of gardening.

Hours of laughter for gardeners (and anyone who likes to laugh).

Dig in and discover a shedload of hilarious gardening tweets, blog posts, memes, cartoons from award-winning cartoonist Mark Parisi, one-liners, verse, witty definitions, bushels of photographs, and more.

Here is your garden center of laughter about all things gardening-related — from compost to cutworms . . . sheds to shovels . . . bee stings to back pain . . . dibbers to dandelions . . . sunburn to slugs . . . seed packets to squirrels . . . lawn mowers to leaf blowers.

Enjoy bales of laughter in this romp through the world of gardening.

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138 QUIPPERY / SEEDS & WEEDS

“You kids!” he snorted over his shoulder. “Turn sixty and think that

you know everything!”

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My mother-in-law loves to cook, and my father-in-law loves gardening.

One day she needed an onion and went to the mesh bag he had hung

near the back door to get one.

They both found the resultant dish tasty — but different. The next

morning, as he reached for the mesh bag, Dad announced that he had

better plant those tulip bulbs before it rained.

Note: Do not try this at home unless you relish tummy aches.

Heated competition

Strolling past old-world gardens in Nanaimo, British Columbia, I stopped

to chat with an elderly man tending his rose bushes.

“I won first prize in our garden-club competition last year,” he said.

Without rancor, he added, “I can’t enter this year because I’m

president. But I will again next year.”

I congratulated him, and said I was sure he’d win again with such

beautiful roses. “How many members do you compete against?” I asked.

“Just my friend next door. We take turns being president.”

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