Every nook and Granny
Tuesday August 04th 2015, 11:13 pm
Filed under: Family,Friends,Garden,Life

Ellen got to see all the fruit trees last week while she was here, and walking around the yard she said she loved how the place had all these nooks and crannies.

In the drought-absence of a lawn I have gained a respect for the lowly dandelion: they don’t stab and they don’t grab or prickle and they delight little children at every stage. I have just a few.

But the ones that love a desert… I’ve got the worst of them by now but I want the rest gone before the rains come. I’ve seen how fast they can flower after a shower–one day. One. Day. Across species.

And so, it being our allotted watering evening (9-6: not allowed) rather than coming inside between trees as I moved the hose around, timer in my pocket, I stayed out there, my entire upper body against the little pricker factories, pulling as many up by the taproots before sundown as I could.

And came in at last, dead tired, and explained to Richard why I hadn’t come in during each eight minute interlude to, y’know, go knit or something: “I was weeding a good nook.”

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I thought the title pun was so BADDDD! Then I got to the last line. So BADDDD it is good! 🙂

Comment by Helen 08.05.15 @ 9:39 am

arrgh! I am equally delighted and ashamed to play a role in this!

Comment by twinsetellen 08.05.15 @ 7:47 pm

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