Invasion of the weeds

Pulling up the invaders

We try to grow flowers, shrubs and herbs

But our flower beds are under constant attack

The bunnies and deer graze on everything growing

Fungus and mites step in to infest whats left

Then there are the weeds which seem to appear from nowhere

A bare patch of mulch turns into a weed farm overnight

I have a ritual to pull one hundred weeds daily

Every morning I go out and tour the flower beds

I pick the biggest weeds first

Some of them are two feet high

When my count goes beyond fifty

I am usually hunting for smaller weeds

The next day the big fellows are back again

And the little ones are just about everywhere

Does somebody sneak in and plant the big weeds overnight I wondered

Why are they left untouched by the grazing deer and bunnies

I decided to investigate further yesterday

Homing in on a bunch of tall weeds in the rose beds

OK guys you need to start talking and tell me who planted you

Otherwise you will be pulled up and thrown away

You will wither away on the compost heap, a slow lingering death

Tight lipped silence was their response

I pulled out the biggest and shook him hard 

Parading him in front of the others

Still no response so I reached to pull out another

OK I’ll talk said a weed in a high pitched voice.

………………….to be continued

Tableware abuse and rescue

He loaded the dishwasher

but did not run it

soon after the door closed

they started talking

the plates complained of not being rinsed

you can tell when she is away

he leaves all that food on us

I hate feeling so yucky

the forks joined in

he just throws us in randomly

but she always puts us tines up

I hate being upside down

the cups were crying

he never wipes off the tea ring stain

it won’t come out in washing

he will put us away stained

the plastic cups were inconsolable

we shouldn’t even be in here

she always hand washes us

we will melt and die they screamed

after many uncomfortable days

the overloaded dishwasher finally ran

thank goodness said the knives

soon we will be back in the drawer

when the drawer closed they chatted more

the spoons were furious

we don’t live in this drawer

quiet everybody!….I can hear she is back home

the drawer opened

she apologized profusely to everybody

as they all went back in the dishwasher

they were all tines up happy again