
I climbed the ladder leaning against the trunk and did battle with the biggest strands of it choking some limbs to death. I removed a lot of dead tree along with some mighty long ropes of vine. And in the center of the tree, as I stood on the top rung of the ladder I was torn to shreds by the thicket of deadwood at the center. I have wounds to prove that this was a battle royal. The vine won this round, but I'm far from done.
Can you blame me for hugging myself? I obviously need a hug. I just climbed down from the inside of a prickly tree, it's 5:30 and I've been working in my sleeping boxers and wife-beater. I haven't combed my hair in two days. I don't even think I washed my face today. That's a gawd-awful picture of me hugging myself to show my wounds. But it's the me I live with. Obsessed in everything I do. And without any modesty at all. I might as well garden naked.
4 comments:
Hire yourself a strapping hard bodied young man to do that work and you lay back and watch while he does it.
Dr Von Monkerstein, that sounds really lovely, but I'm strapped for cash. And no strapping young men are offering to help me.
Oh, Sweetie! That looks so painful. I wish I were there to kiss all Your boo-boos. Be careful out there, Loved One.
Find where the stuff is coming out of the ground and cut it there -- it'll look ugly as it's dying, but at least it'll stop spreading and you won't be risking life and limb in a tree.
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