After going out with Rick one night I was plagued the next morning with stormy thoughts and irksome realizations. (Not about Rick of course.) The next morning I wanted to clear my head so I jumped on the tractor and started mowing the front yard. It is a pretty mindless thing and usually allows me to think things through...
not this time...
my anger was just redirected...to the front of my house.
All spring I have been concentrating on my garden and the back yard. That means that the front yard has suffered major neglect. The houses right side flower bed has no flowers, and the left side flower beds are full of Iris'. The flowers are gone on them and so there are dead shriveled petals on the ends of long green shoots. And weeds. Tons and tons of weeds. I need to take my anger out on something, and it is going to be those weeds, and those zombie iris'.
The gardening gloves came on, the shovel was gathered along with the wheel barrow and a "claw".
I then began hacking. The good thing about Iris' are that they don't die. The bad thing about Iris' are that they don't die. I like to compare them to zombies. They just keep going, no matter how much you chop them up, and they multiply faster than you can say "Don't eat my brains." Of course, my plants don't eat brains though, thank God.
I had to use all my might, they had started growing above and attaching themselves to my weed barrier. A weed barrier that had not been working, hence the pile of weeds on the ground.
I made sure to pick out the bulbs that got their leaves cut off. I can place these up front, by the road, and know that next year, they will multiply. Like zombies.
The ones I pulled up as a whole section got placed by our propane tank. I guess even though they are zombie plants, they do look better than tall weeds. The rest will get spread out in the flower garden and by a tree where our Trude and York memorial is.
I am still at war, but I won the first battle. Until they cry mercy I will trudge on.
not this time...
my anger was just redirected...to the front of my house.
All spring I have been concentrating on my garden and the back yard. That means that the front yard has suffered major neglect. The houses right side flower bed has no flowers, and the left side flower beds are full of Iris'. The flowers are gone on them and so there are dead shriveled petals on the ends of long green shoots. And weeds. Tons and tons of weeds. I need to take my anger out on something, and it is going to be those weeds, and those zombie iris'.
The gardening gloves came on, the shovel was gathered along with the wheel barrow and a "claw".
I then began hacking. The good thing about Iris' are that they don't die. The bad thing about Iris' are that they don't die. I like to compare them to zombies. They just keep going, no matter how much you chop them up, and they multiply faster than you can say "Don't eat my brains." Of course, my plants don't eat brains though, thank God.
I had to use all my might, they had started growing above and attaching themselves to my weed barrier. A weed barrier that had not been working, hence the pile of weeds on the ground.
I made sure to pick out the bulbs that got their leaves cut off. I can place these up front, by the road, and know that next year, they will multiply. Like zombies.
The ones I pulled up as a whole section got placed by our propane tank. I guess even though they are zombie plants, they do look better than tall weeds. The rest will get spread out in the flower garden and by a tree where our Trude and York memorial is.
I am still at war, but I won the first battle. Until they cry mercy I will trudge on.
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