Saturday, May 16, 2009

From my Zen Calendar:

Under the leaves
Of a morning glory:
Cat's eyes.

--Natsume Soseki

Yes, it's nice to be able to discover
something worth writing poetry about
in the morning glory (aka bindweed), but all I can consider
is its insidious nature, and how, if I don't
get over to Brandon Street NOW
and rip and rip and rip it out,
it will overtake not only the yard
but the house as well.

2 comments:

  1. Hey, T....

    You have two strapping young sons to do the ripping. As I told Guy yesterday when we smelled Oliver's contributions of rats on the porch -- there ARE a few jobs that remain "men's work". I am the only one who cleans the toilet -- I have no problem with him being the only one who dispenses with the bodies of dead rats. Period.

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  2. Linda, I couldn't agree with you more.
    I need to put a fire under them. Funny, though, that after all these years of pestering them to help me with the yard, they still balk.
    Perhaps a few threats are in order. ;)

    (At least I don't have to clean their toilet anymore!)

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