Friday July 14th 2017Tim
Round the fields
making war upon a truly noxious and unnaturally
aggressive grass, followed by what might well have been
forty eight hours of harvesting and canning assorted
vegetables, no Tic or Spider bite but the feet smell
like dead Buffalo, I could well have Lyme Disease and
the rain missed us. "And your point" I hear the call.
Well, the answer, and this may shock the assiduous
reader, is Winter Projects. Frankly I yearn for the
sprout of Winter Oats, the incredible aggravation of the
Festive Season, and the complete absence of anything
like a temperature over something like 52 Fahrenheit.
January in the company of N scale would suit me fine at
Meanwhile to calm the
soul a little, better to vent the spleen upon Colonel
William Johnson, an Alabama Plantation owner who in 1840
planted a grass that has since gained the title of "Number
six on the world's top ten worst weeds." How proud his off
spring must be and no doubt all of them are waddling around
sporting red caps with "Make America a Toxic Stew"
emblazoned upon them. The sins of the Father, my big toe.
Number one on the world's top ten list of worst weeds has
the rather splendid name Purple Nutsedge. For some reason
the very idea of the name Nutsedge gives me hope for the
future. Mind you I felt the same way about the gracefully
titled Water Hyacinth.