Who or what wronged me this year? Pray you’re not on my bad side.
FOR MOST PEOPLE, December is a month of happy yearend reflection on events that have made life sweet. Not for me, of course. Grumpy prefers to call out offenders who shamefully curtailed his garden bliss this past year. You know who you are. Now the rest of the world will know too.
Offender No. 1
Southern Living for unjustly terminating The Daily South blog and moving my popular “Grumpy Gardener” column over to southernliving.com/ garden/grumpy-gardener. Faithful readers who were unable to find my blog posts anymore thought I was dead and were in a terrible state of despair. I assure you: I’m not dead. You can still read my weekly wisdom at the aforesaid web address. Editor in Chief Sid Evans, you are on notice.
Offender No. 2
هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة December 2017 من Southern Living.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة December 2017 من Southern Living.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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Thumbs Up
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The Powerg Poinsettias
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PARTY LIKE IT'S 1984
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