Saturday, April 21, 2012


No, it's not poison ivy (my true nemesis*), it's just the weed-which-shall-not-be-named (because I don't know what it's called). So let's just agree to call it NEMESIS WEED. It's everywhere in my yard, underneath everything, creeping under the fence and up in between the plants. I dream about this weed. I spend all summer battling it, and it is always victorious. The early spring this year is giving me an opportunity to get the upper hand, and I swear I will come out ahead this time.

We are working in the yard before it starts raining for forty four days and nights. Here's a typical yard work conversation:

Me: "Ooh, sorry!"
Mark: "What?"
Me: "I was talking to a worm."

*I have been known to get a poison ivy rash all over my face just from being in proximity to it, no exaggeration.

**Edited to add: Isaac is doing really well! If you are my Book-of-Faces friend, you have seen some gruesome photos of the blisters that rose on his hand over the past several days, enormous enough that I named them (Blisty and Mister Squishy). He has been back to the doctor twice for a change of dressings, and he'll have to go back at least once more, although after that first day the pain really subsided and he did not have to become addicted to oxycodone. Yay!


Joanna said...

Oh, I am glad to hear that Isaac is doing well and did not have to become a junkie!

Having a yard to work in sounds fun, but I think I'd have the same problem with having to talk to worms, etc. This is why I could never bring myself to mow the lawn when I lived in a place that had one. I became too worried about upsetting small creatures . . .

Liz Woodbury said...

i've spent the majority of the past 13 years with this yard feeling utterly overwhelmed by it, furious at it, dreaming of an apartment in the city. now i'm determined to enjoy it, prettify it a little, even. i console myself with the fact that there's not much you can do to hurt a worm beyond repair. and there are tiny creatures to be detested, too, like slugs and grubs! a whole world of good and evil lives in my back yard. and yesterday i saw the tiniest chickadee flying from bush to bush...