Today on Twitter there was a lot of snickering about the cover story of today's RedEye. I went out to get a hard copy of the paper but it was out, which is usual in my neighborhood, but I ended up reading the online version of the story. After chuckling about the content of the story I went out into that garden and guessed what I discovered? While Chicagoans aren't getting enough of it or getting it on enough, our friends in the garden are picking up the slack. Just look at these shameless weevils on the hollyhocks.
Apparently there has been a lot of afternoon delight to be hand in my garden, the proof is in the swollen seed pods to ready to release a whole new generation of plants into the soil. And I'll be responsible for taking care of all these kids.
A bit of caution when walking into virtual orgy that is your garden in the early summer: don't get too close or bring some napkins because the pollen is flying all over the place.
If you're a man in Chicago who is looking for an excuse to garden without your buddies making fun of you, telling them you're taking up garden to be a better lover might keep the laughs at bay.. According this study, 30 minutes in the garden can improve your performance in bed, spend even more time in the garden and you cut your chances of impotence by half. If that isn't reason enough to start a garden-I don't know what is.