Post last updated: October 11th, 2018
No one wants to hear, “You’ve got bad breath,” or “You stink,” right? I especially did not want to hear “You’ve got weeds!” when I knew durn tootin’ well that I had weeds. Yet that is just what Poppie said to me on the phone. Followed by “Why aren’t you out in the yard?” Of all people, he has seen me grimace to get out of a chair, all bent over, then slowly, mechanically, try to right myself. My spine is in miserable condition after a 2011 car accident.
“You’ve got weeds!” did not have quite the ring of anticipation as “You’ve got mail” and worse yet, he made me feel as though my section of the property looked diseased. I need new relatives.
Poppie knows I have been out there weeding and cleaning up! It’s just that after I’ve worked out there for three hours, two days in a row, I’m not worth a flip the next three days.
Then too, it’s been brrr-assed cold here for more than a month. Windy, too. My pole beans came up but they’ve been shivering as if they have doubts about the wisdom of the whole thing. Nothing else has had the guts to pop out of the ground. I thought about going out there this morning to finish stringing those pole beans but I can’t find a single spot on my body that ain’t broke so I decided against it. I took the photo, below, a few minutes ago, in the rain. Do I have to weed in the rain? Yes, there are a few weeds but mostly, it’s weed-free. Can I get a little appreciation?