It’s a battlefield out there. Each morning I prepare my weaponry and fortify myself to better face the enemy. Then it’s out into the morning mist, bellying my way through the trenches, my trusty trowel at my right, my insecticidal soap at my left. Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, into the valley of Death – mine not to reason why, mine but to do or die. “Huzzah, huzzah,” I shout, “Be valiant, stout and bold.”
With scant warning, they attack! Tufts of crabgrass pop up behind every rock, aphids to the right of me, weevils to the left of me. A slug squadron advances relentlessly head on. Japanese beetles at four o’clock. The battle is joined. Almost at once, I’m ambushed by an elite corps of exotic man-eating weeds, snapping at my ankles and calves, while trash-talking thistles peek out from between tomatoes, taunting me with Tea Party slogans.
But I’ll not be intimidated.
“Forward,” I shout and storm into the mouth of Hell. I manage to free a tiny pepper plant being held prisoner by a half dozen stinging nettle goons. Moments after I make a clearing to let the cucumbers once again see sunlight, the neighbor’s cat claims it for his own and begins his morning toilette. He glowers at me, unflinching, as I try to encourage him to move on, his eyes saying I may not be big but I can bring down a gazelle and I can bring down you. Enjoying the moment, knotweeds laugh merrily and loudly insult my gardenerhood.
I jump in with both feet, hacking and pulling and spraying. When I’m done, a pile of green debris lies all around me shattered and sundered. The day is mine. The tomatoes, cucumbers and beans all nod in appreciation as I holster my trowel and spray bottle and ride off into cocktail time.
Later, exhausted, I’ll sleep, perchance to dream – of late potato blight.
The question is either: where have you been, or where have I been. Glad we’re back.
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My fault, Ig. Trying to be too clever. I split myself into two parts: this blog for fiction and such, another for Wretched Richard’s Almanac. I’m afraid I confused and/or lost a lot of folks in the process. I’m trying to figure out how to bring them back together without confusing things even more.
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I know just how you feel. lol
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Thank you. It’s good to know we’re not alone.
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