The thrill of gardening. I read so many beautiful blogs about everyone’s gardens. It’s so exciting to come out of winter and dig in. Get the dirt under your nails. Feel one with nature. The roses are blooming!!! Everything is right in my little world. Then while feeling quite proud of my tiny haven, eating our grilled brussels sprouts, salad tossed with homemade dressing and grilled chicken, I spy the dreaded BLACK SPOTS!!! That’s it. I no longer hear a word Mr. WRBP is saying about his day. I’m on high alert. There’s trouble in my little haven. I’m like Coco instead of going on chippy attack its all about the BLACK SPOTS! Then I have that same nagging thought I get every year. Why do I do this to myself? Thank goodness half the year I don’t have to deal with this. I know it’s a sickness.