Not in a million years . . .
You can't garden around here without a tree saw -- at least if you want to keep your OCD demon happy -- and I pulled it out the other day to lop a few hundred stringbean-shaped seed pods off our yellow elder to force new blooms.
About two-thirds of the way through the job, I noticed the blade waving wildly: that nut you see at the base had fallen off, lost somewhere in the mulch.
I had visions of trekking out to Home Depot -- it's just across the island, 2 miles at best; but sometimes it seems like the other side of the earth -- wrangling a new saw out of the display, jockeying it across the store to the nut display to find the right size . . . . Because I could never, ever, find the nut under all our plants.
Dispirited at the prospect of all that exertion, I hung up the wobbly saw and got out the clippers to get some low fronds off the licualas flanking the front steps (apparently they're fairly rare and hard to grow -- except they seem to like me). And there, in the mulch below, the shiny little nut gleamed like a diamond on a trash pile.
It was a sign. I got the saw back out, twisted the nut home and took some frond bases and shark-sleek seed pods from the Christmas palms out front.
The gods smile on the OCD-afflicted.
2 comments:
ahhhhhh yes it seems they do. but perhaps only in sunny climes. here, where snow falls wildly wickedly from the laundry room on high, i am doubtful i'd find such a thing in drifts. although i did drop a key the other day, and thank goodness it was only seconds later that i realized, for i retraced my steps, and there, just poking its shiny nose out from where the white was falling all around, the last gasp from that ol key before it was lost in vast whiteness until summer at the soonest...i love your story. as always you tell em better than the best of em. and speaking of the best of them, just last night i read a marvelous interview with your island mate, mr. hemingway. made me wake up wanting to catch the nearest flight to kw. where his cats still roam, right? or is it chickens? or is it both...and all.....
sometimes you feel like a nut......
sometimes you don't......
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