In The Garden

     So I'm kneeling in the garden digging up weeds, swatting mosquitoes that are feeding off the buffet of my flesh.  It's a tricky balance of hand shoveling, pressing the tip of the spade... just so... underneath the roots of  the weeds so that they won't grow back  in a week.
     And as I'm doing that I'm evading the swarm of nasty yellow jacket bees and thorn bushes that prick and pierce  my flesh, and suck my blood and leave these red and itchy flesh b⅚umps that demand to be scratched to relieve the  incredible itch that just won't go away.

     I've been weeding for two hours in one hundred and three degree heat and I've had it.  I'm done.
I'm sweating, I'm tired, and these "skeetoes" are j ustified too much. Just this last one and then back into the house where I will sit in air-conditioning  and sip ice cold lemo6thnade and gorge on chocolate chip cookies.
      I tip the point of the small spade at a forty five  degree angle and  thrust the tip into the soil.
"Hey!" a tiny voice squeaks.
"Not so hard," pleads the voice.
"What the ..?"  I shake my head and quickly withdraw the shovel.
"Thanks, " says the voice.  I stare at the weed and blink my eyes.  I rationalize:
Too much sun..too much heat.  Excessive blood loss from feasting mosquitoes...I need air-conditioning. A cold drink...I need...
"Much better."  Says weed man.
     I close my eyes, take a deep breath and count to ten slowly. I open my eyes and there
a mop of weed root.  The weed now has a face⁵.  He/She/IT has the tiniest face under this mop of deep brown weeds,  His face reminds me of the scarecrow of OZ,  That's it..I'm outta here.  I begin to stand up when the face says.
"So.that's it?  Giving up?" 
I shake my head, slap my face twice.
"Does that make you feel better?"  The face is now smiling. 
"No, you're still here.,"
"Sometimes you just have to accept that annoying little things like weeds and small biting insects that suck your blood  and roses that prick you will be there."
"Why?"  I ask.
"Because that's the life cycle" says the face...and it gives me a great big smile.
"And as much as you do...you'll never completely get rid of us. You can dig us up, and swat all you want, and we may be gone temporarily but..we'll be back. In about two weeks.
"Mmmm"  I say. 

"So..nothing i can do to stop you? "

Nope.  Here to stay.
"Well then if that's the way it is I might as well just..." 

i sweep up the  spade and aim the sharp tip at the face..which is no longer laughing.

That may be Life's cycle but it wouldn't be complete without ...death..see you in two weeks"  



























 
 

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