Saturday, May 21, 2005
Four for Four. Or, Ironic Garden. My new garden a wee nine months old in terms of my actual relationship to it. It is as buffed as a garden can be. Mown and edged even by weekly landscapers. Recently pruned by Mr. Tree Doctor. Planted with perennials carefully picked by the friend who is a landscape designer. Weeded by me. And now beautiful ceramic pots bursting with flowers a la the nursery we used to live across the street from at our old house. Aber is gibt ein kleines Problemschen [or, Houston we have a problem]. This will be the fourth weekend in a row of cold, driving rain backdropped by dismal gray.
Nor'Easter of Kids. And then there is the storm called two kids home from college. A porch strewn full of boxes delivered via UPS. Two downstairs disaster bedrooms. A kitchen wiped out by a hurricane of hungry mouths. Wallets emptied by students of depleted funds until they start working again next week. Incessant cell phone rings. A TV always on. May the sun please come out so that I may hide in the garden...
Nor'Easter of Kids. And then there is the storm called two kids home from college. A porch strewn full of boxes delivered via UPS. Two downstairs disaster bedrooms. A kitchen wiped out by a hurricane of hungry mouths. Wallets emptied by students of depleted funds until they start working again next week. Incessant cell phone rings. A TV always on. May the sun please come out so that I may hide in the garden...
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