I mentioned before that when we're taking our morning walk, Cliff keeps up a running commentary about our trees. Wild grapevines drive him nuts; they worm their way up the trunks of good trees and eventually pull them to one side or another. Some of the older ones are as big around as my arm.
It's a shame that these pesky vines don't bear decent fruit. Their only purpose seems to be to deform trees.
Today our temperatures reached sixty degrees by 11 o'clock, and we went for the first motorcycle ride we've had since November; it was quite refreshing and fun. We went to Colonial nursery and got seed potatoes and some onion sets, as well as a half-pound of Bodacious sweet corn seed. I got far too many seed potatoes; if I were to plant them all, I wouldn't have room for anything else in my garden. I don't know what I was thinking! I guess the long winter that has gotten to me: I have all these cabbage and broccoli plants started in the house, far more than we need or have room for. I could have Cliff make the garden bigger, but am I able to handle that? Last years efforts wore me to a frazzle.
By the way, what is a frazzle, does anybody know? My mom was often worn to a frazzle.
Never mind, the answer to that question was right here on my Mac Mini:
frazzle |ˈfrazəl| informal
verb [ trans. ] [usu. as adj. ] ( frazzled)
cause to feel completely exhausted; wear out : a frazzled parent.
• fray : change the skirt if it gets frazzled | figurative it's enough to frazzle the nerves.
noun ( a frazzle)
the state of being completely exhausted or worn out : I'm tired, worn to a frazzle.
ORIGIN early 19th cent. (originally dialect): perhaps a blend of fray 1 and obsolete fazle [ravel out,] of Germanic origin.