Exacting revenge on itchy garden pestPublished 9:14am Friday, June 21, 2013
faintly ironical smile
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
where would they carry me?
- William Carlos Williams, Summer Song
With all the rain we’ve been getting here in Saluda, my yard becomes a jungle overnight — while I endeavor to appreciate Mother Nature’s help on keeping the fish pond full and the garden plants watered, it sure means extra vigilance on weed-eating and mowing: my least favorite chores in summer heat. Of course, every time the yard’s mowed, rain returns in full force: bringing forth more, more, more grass – more jungle.
Making the rounds with the balky old push mower, I spy a suspicious shiny-green leaves-of-three-let-it-be leering up at me: poison oak. Not my friend, that stuff has been known to leap buildings to find me — just looking at it causes skin to crawl and itch. Still, spotting that wicked head daring, just daring to poke up uninvited in the front lawn, I could not resist the sudden uncontrollable urge to mow it down and vanquish the beast. Yes, I know better.