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It’s Spring, everybody! Well, here in South Florida, anyway. The sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, and bees are sexually assaulting the flora at every opportunity. All is right in the world. I even got off my lazy butt and, with the help of my gracious neighbors, managed to clear a spot and plant a garden in front of my apartment in the courtyard. There are flowers and fruits and veggies and herbs (for the last time, BJ, you can’t smoke cilantro, so please vacate my garden? You’re trampling the zinnias); I am happy, and if I can keep from killing them, I’ll be down right jubilant. Want to see pictures? No? Fine, have some Smokies instead. Read the rest of this entry →