We are planning to have some friends over and I guess after the winter we had, I wondered how it was possible our gardens had survived at all.
The good news is, the weeds weren’t disturbed by the harsh weather conditions and were back, bigger and stronger than ever.
I started the day thinking, “I really need to pull these weeds so our friends will respect us and won’t think we’re buffoons.”
Part way through I was singing a different tune, “If our friends don’t like us for who we really are then they’re not friends at all and I should just quit this phony nonsense.”
And later, “If I stop now, this will be a true test of our friendship.”
I began my journey by changing into just the right gardening outfit, finding a hat which prompted me to organize the winter vs. summer hat basket, then I turned on the Roomba in the basement to clean up some popcorn crumbs I noticed while carting winter and summer clothes back and forth. I also found some shredded documents and a number of boxes to be recycled. I considered piecing together some of the confetti. There was no end to my stall tactics.
I lathered on the sunscreen, slowly, oh so slowly then I walked around the back of the house to find just the right pair of Dollarama gardening gloves. I knew I left them around here somewhere. Maybe I need a trip to Dollarama to buy another pair so this confusion never happens again. Oh and some of those felt bottoms to make the kitchen chairs slide easily across the tile. Do the girls need new markers?
I had two drinks I kept close by. A water bottle filled with ice and cold water and a hot green tea in a travel mug.
I opted for two beverages hoping the neighbours might think one of them was moonshine and at least I could smile about that.
Once again, I fought the weeds and the weeds won.
The smartest thing they have done in one area is to surround a plant entirely, choking out its roots and I can’t tell where the weeds start and the plant begins. In the end, I wasn’t sure if the plant in the middle was even a plant. It might have just been a big weed party meant to distract and confuse me the way I was trying to with passersby and my two cups.
It serves me right. What were we thinking buying a house?
