Monday, May 19, 2014
Baby It's Cold Outside...
Kari Lee Townsend
Kalli Ballas speaks!
Baby it's cold outside. I'm Kalliope Ballas, but everyone calls me Kalli. I come from a big Greek family. I'm not Greek. I'm adopted. My poor parents only have me, so of course they are overprotective and want to shower all kinds of affection on me. The problem is I'm a slightly ocd germaphobe who doesn't like to be touched.
Although, Detective Nik Stevens, my new neighbor, is quite attractive, I must say. He's half Greek, but for our mamas, that's Greek enough.
He's not perfect, though, that's for darn sure. His St. Bernard keeps breaking through our fence, destroying my herb garden, and terrifying my calico cat. And when he's not messing with my plants, Mother Nature is. This is supposed to be spring, people. Where is the sunshine? My garden doesn't have a clue what to do with itself. One minute it's eighty degrees and the next we're waking up to a frost on the ground.
What's a gardener to do?
I've given up on trying to make sense of it all. Do any of you have tips on how to handle this crazy weather?