I heard a song the other day, one that literally froze me in my tracks.

It was as if I had written the song myself - the song conveyed everything I wanted to write in a song, but hadn't.

So, here is the link to the song "Horses on the Range" by Timmy Curran


Some of the lyrics (don't want to post all of them due to copyright laws and whatnot)

These chains that are holding me
make it so hard for me to breath
the air
that most of us do not see
I'll speak for all
confined by these walls
which has held
us to
a humiliating crawl
there ain't no doubt
once I get out

I'm gonna run like the horses on the range
and I promise you I'll never
ever complain

Other than that, no gardening news. We're supposed to have a really nice week with lots of sunshine, so that oughta help out a bit :)