Nicely nagging my landlord paid off. On Monday, the apt complex gardners are clearing the weeds engulfing my patio. The former tenant ignored the "must maintain" patio rule. The weeds are almost as tall as the gate and fence around the patio, and they are very dry, an obvious fire hazard.
Bye bye weeds.
A few friends, well aware of my history of killing plants -- not intentionally I say -- are going to the store with me next weekend to pick out and then plant plants/flowers. My role: to stay out of the way, provide beer and make a food run to Sonic.
And the plant protective league, which I think is a fitting name for my friends, have vowed to keep a watchful eye over anything planted.
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