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.
Hey, T....
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
Linda, I couldn't agree with you more.
ReplyDeleteI 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!)