I’m tard. T-A-R-D. If you aint from around here that translates to “plumb tuckered”.
I spent the day at my brother’s house working on his yard. He wasn’t born with botanical prowess. He keeps killing the bushes and saving the weeds. I did talk him into pulling out his chainsaw after a lesson on why evergreens don’t turn brown in the winter. Yep, those suckers were dead. He was still holding out hope. Don’t get me wrong, he can grow a tomato or purple hull peas just fine. It’s the shrubbery that keeps him bumfuzzled. It may be best that he sticks with the vegetable garden.