Saturday, April 26, 2008

Exhausted

I spent the morning with my Sweetie and my Niece-in-law, feeding ducks and saving tent caterpillars from the sidewalk at a leafy local university. How do you tell an earnest six year old that tent caterpillars don't grow up to be lovely butterflies -- that they are ravenous pests which can strip an entire tree bare?

Then finally, we dropped Her off at home and it was my time! Time, after a week of no time, to tackle some outdoor projects.

First order of business: attempt to tame the damnable honeysuckle that is blanketing the woods behind my back yard and extending its tendrils even into the lawn. The problem is that the honeysuckle has formed an alliance with thorny bramble vines, weedy mulberry saplings and with the rusty ruins of the fence that the hurricane destroyed a few years ago.

So it was slow going -- you couldn't yank the honeysuckle barehanded or you'd get a palmful of thorns. You couldn't yank at all where the mulberry was anchored -- that had to be dug out. And that stupid fence, over and in which the whole mess was tangled, has already slashed a gash in my jeans, not to mention my hands.

But with a saw, a pair of clippers and a shovel, I beat back the horde.

With what remained of my energy, I dug a hole near the house and finally, finally, finally planted the peach tree.

Then I sat there on the grass, covered in filth, completely, totally, blissfully exhausted.

6 comments:

the walking man said...

Don't tell your niece about the facts of her childhood illusions. reality will creep in soon enough.

I hate the freeking mulberry TREE that is in the center of our backyard. What a mess from late June through July as those million berries ripen and drop. There is one, and only one, benefit and that is left to decay, they fertilize the grass.

But how was your sleep ECD after a day of manual work and walk?

Peace

mark

Foster Communications said...

Sometimes I think it's better to imagine a beautiful possibility--a butterfly--than to be told the reality.

It had to feel good to get that work done. People think it's odd, but I truly enjoy doing work like that. It's hard, but there's just something about the finished product.

eastcoastdweller said...

Walking Man Mark: I am conflicted when it comes to mulberries. There is one tree back there, away from the fence, big enough now to be producing fruit, which I know the local wildlife sorely needs. But the local wildlife are only too happy to spread its seeds everywhere, making more work for me.

It's in my power to cut it down but I just don't feel right doing so.

BTW, I slept like a baby, thanks.

Jessica: I feel that exact way about work. I love to see a garden freshly tilled or weeded, a room in perfect order -- even a complex blog post written and uploaded.

Janice Thomson said...

I so know that feeling ECD - there really is nothing more satisfying than a job well done that has been biting the back corners of your mind for a while.
Will the peach tree bloom this year?

eastcoastdweller said...

Janice: No, Georgia Belle (that's the hybrid name) won't bloom this year but that's all right. She needs some time to get settled and to become acquainted with the bees and butterflies and the mint that grows nearby.

Princess Haiku said...

Your remind me of my sister who carries ladybugs to safety. Very sweet.