What’s been going on up in Panthy’s Garden? I’m glad you asked. Let’s have a look shall we?

Thanks to a persistent roof leak, we’ve had to get drastic. Completely-rip-up-the-roof-deck-drastic.

But despite how intense this looks, on the scale of whoop this is closer to no big whoop than it is to big whoop. As you can see the contents of the garden have been carefully crowded into the front half of the garden.

It is possible that sometime this week the weight of all my plants will pull the front of the building off, giving passersby a doll house view into my building where no doubt, someone will be caught washing dishes naked, or playing XBox with huge headphones on. Either way, wicked embarrassing.

If this was going down in August I’d be sobbing too hard to update you. But with every living thing in the garden nodding off into a wintery slumber, I couldn’t give two cares. Plus, St. Whatshisface is carefully watching over the last of my intentionally growing edibles; the lettuce trays.

God-willing, when spring arrives the roof will be fixed for good. And Panthy’s will be ready for action. In times like these, I pour myself a cup of chamomile tea, dump some whiskey in it and remember that great seasonal mantra of Thanksgiving: don’t let the turkeys get you down.