Tuesday?
Tuesday (September 12th) suddenly appeared on the horizon just like it was supposed to – right after Monday. How do these days know when to appear? If they ever get mixed up, how would anyone know that a Saturday suddenly came into being in the middle of the week – because everyone would call it Wednesday? Would the real Wednesday have to wait until Saturday, or would Saturday have to do double duty and not have a Wednesday at all that week?
OK, if it wasn’t the real Tuesday, I really didn’t want to know anyway. It did feel like a Tuesday, even though I’m retired and it is getting harder to tell the days apart. Thursday is much more difficult, because many times it seems like Friday – and even occasionally like Wednesday. Anymore, the only stabilizing day is Sunday, it always feels the same and right in order.
Anyway, Tuesday, after much dawdling inside the house, became another day of yanking weeds from their places of habitation. With only the intention of weeding the small flowerbed just outside the garage door, the adventure escalated to the whole side of the house. The water faucet area was denuded of the encroaching greenery, as was the area containing both of the thorn-less blackberries.
The Rugosa rose was next and was difficult for a couple of reasons – a) it is much more thorny than regular roses and – b) its shoots and branches underneath are hard to tell from brambles. The gist of my conversation with this bush was mostly promises that it would be severely pruned as soon as the cold months arrive. A few branches got hacked off anyway, just to show that I was serious.
The bush did produce many more rose hips this year than in the past and earned at least one more year of existence. The hips are tasty even though there is not a lot of substance to them. Continuing on around the corner to the back of the house, more weeds and vines were ripped and/or hacked out of the soil. This area has been somewhat neglected mostly in deference to the garden all summer.
Even the weed part of God’s creation is amazing to me inasmuch as they grow almost anywhere from seeds carried in by the winds of change – change being another constant of creation. ec
OK, if it wasn’t the real Tuesday, I really didn’t want to know anyway. It did feel like a Tuesday, even though I’m retired and it is getting harder to tell the days apart. Thursday is much more difficult, because many times it seems like Friday – and even occasionally like Wednesday. Anymore, the only stabilizing day is Sunday, it always feels the same and right in order.
Anyway, Tuesday, after much dawdling inside the house, became another day of yanking weeds from their places of habitation. With only the intention of weeding the small flowerbed just outside the garage door, the adventure escalated to the whole side of the house. The water faucet area was denuded of the encroaching greenery, as was the area containing both of the thorn-less blackberries.
The Rugosa rose was next and was difficult for a couple of reasons – a) it is much more thorny than regular roses and – b) its shoots and branches underneath are hard to tell from brambles. The gist of my conversation with this bush was mostly promises that it would be severely pruned as soon as the cold months arrive. A few branches got hacked off anyway, just to show that I was serious.
The bush did produce many more rose hips this year than in the past and earned at least one more year of existence. The hips are tasty even though there is not a lot of substance to them. Continuing on around the corner to the back of the house, more weeds and vines were ripped and/or hacked out of the soil. This area has been somewhat neglected mostly in deference to the garden all summer.
Even the weed part of God’s creation is amazing to me inasmuch as they grow almost anywhere from seeds carried in by the winds of change – change being another constant of creation. ec
posted by mreddie | 12:36 AM
7 Comments:
I'm partial to hips too. Oh, you were talking about roses?
AC - The problem with these roses is that they are not hippy enough - maybe after pruning. OK, I smiled in spite of myself. :) ec
Denuded and encroaching,what great words!
Have a great weekend!
So, what day is it anyway?
Every blooming thing around here is being consumed by thrips. Not sure why they're so confused since we don't usually have a problem with them except for Spring when the winter wheat ripens.
yours truly - I do enjoy the words - an effort to learn more of my native tongue.
brenda - Since I have retired, identifying the day is tough. :) We mostly don't have a thrip problem around here. Maybe the stink bug problem I have has kept them away. :) ec
Ah that you find wonderment in weeds is indeed a marvel. :)
tim rice - My wonderment has to do with how they are able to grow and do well most anywhere, sometimes in the cracks of cement. Of course they have their place and that is not in my garden. :) ec
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