Spare the Golden Rod…

Friday…I sat in Granny’s rocker on the porch…with full view of the bank of Golden Rod…gently swaying in the wind…on the empty lot next door…and…in a contemplative moment…I imagined…ever so gently…spraying the entire bank with herbicide… Just…get rid of it…eradicate...

Light Socket Moment…

Spring arrived this weekend…a little late perhaps…but…it arrived…and…I was chomping at the bits to get outside and…do…something…ride my bike…pot some plants…pull some weeds…anything…it just seemed wrong to stay inside and waste the beautiful weather… But…I was sick...