WEEDING AND GLOVE CHASING

POST # 407


Years ago , I re-discovered my interest in weeding.  I was in Port Townsend at the time, and there was a vast quantity of weeds that needed to be pulled out.  Once I began the project, it became a daily ritual, and one that I looked forward to.  I was in my own little world, playing in the dirt and doing something productive.  I began to love this activity.

Fast forward to 2020, and there is plenty of time to practice the art of weeding once again.  Mary's place certainly doesn't have the quantity of weeds that were present back in Port Townsend, but there is enough to keep my happily entertained for a while.

The toughest weeding challenge here, was when I decided to attack the weeds in the two gravel driveways.  That was much more difficult than working in the garden, but now that that it is behind me, I can do a simple survey every now and again of the driveways, and if I see any new weeds popping up their heads, it is a simple matter to yank them out.

I'm not really sure what it is exactly that I find enjoyable about this activity, but it doesn't matter.  It is work, but it doesn't feel like it.  Dora-dog came by every once in a while to do an inspection, just to make sure that the weeder was doing his job correctly.  At one point in yesterday's activity, she re-discovered a bone that she had buried a while back, so perhaps all of my digging had inspired her to do some digging of her own.  Late in the day, after all the work had been accomplished, I saw Dora-dog across the yard, with something hanging out of her mouth, which I couldn't identify.  She had a look on her face that told me that I had caught her doing something that she shouldn't be doing.  As soon as I headed towards her to find out what she had in her mouth, she took off around the corner of the house.  As far as she was concerned, the chase-me-around-the-house game was on.  It wasn't long before I realized that she had found one of my leather gloves.   I chased her around the house a few times, and then she disappeared for longer than normal.   As I wandered around the back of the house, there she was, attempting to complete the job that she had started a few minutes before.  My glove was rapidly disappearing into the same hole that she had dug up her bone from earlier in the day.  I managed to rescue it, just in the nick of time.  If I hadn't showed up when I did, the missing glove mystery may have never been solved.

So that was yesterday's activity.  It was both rewarding and fun all at the same time.  Weeding and glove chasing.  Who could ask for more?


grateful for every breath,

Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer