No! Harrison Ford has not been has not been hanging around in my garden. He might enjoy flying over it in a small plane. Others seem to find that fun. My garden is much too wild to enter without the benefit of a native guide. August has been steamy and tropical here. Everything has disappeared in the rampant growth. I guess I am as close to a native guide as can be found. First I must make sure I have the essentials to survive my trip into the underbrush. Many dangers lurk there. I dress in my white Solumbra clothes, carefully tuck my pants into my socks and apply insect repellent to my socks and hat. I make sure I have water for the trip into the bush. Protected from the heat of the sun and whatever insects I might encounter, I bravely begin going after the weeds that are going to seed first.
After I have worked for some time I begin to see things I recognize. Sometime in the not so distant past I may have seen a map of this area that tells me where some of the hidden treasure has been
However, I can see the house in the distance and lunch is calling! Perhaps tomorrow I will find my parsley or a beautiful tropical flower. I know I saw a beautiful white lily with red spots here somewhere. Maybe I will go in search of the strawberry plants or the lemon grass or ...
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