In the Garden of his Dreams...

A very charming friend of mine suggested that this year I allow my 8 year old to put in the garden to lessen my load.

If given the chance, half the garden would be a well manicured small critter garden filled with dandelions and other edible greens, cute topiaries, singing birds and bird seed strewn everywhere, with cats that NEVER ever even thought of harming such a cutesy-wootsey wittle birdy...


And the other would be covered in giant carnivorous plants grown tall to hide the
velociraptor he had imported through his secret spy connections that he met by the mail box the other day. There would be ninjas hiding amongst the grasses and a pirate ship sailing on a sea of wheat (for his mother though, because he really thinks that in pirates v. ninjas, ninjas win hands down. They have throwing stars after all, but isn't it kind that he'd think of me?)and they would all be contained by a circulating demon that he controlled by a special whistle with a frequency only the demon could hear. And it would have spots. The demon that is.

I think, perhaps, I will put in the garden this year.

(Of course, now that I think about it, that velociraptor may just keep the deer out!)