Why do the weeds sprout before anything else? Is it a collective strategy of bothersome flora? On the plus side, their premature and verdant display makes them easy targets for my spade.
Whenever I want my husband to vanish, I always begin by starting some yard work, and he will quickly skedaddle. Ha-ha.
This morning he spied me prying up the first of many garden adversaries.
“Now I know that it’s really Spring,” he said. “Time to go fishing.”
“Nay,” I said. “The dogwoods have not yet bloomed.”
“But there is prep work to be done, licenses to be had, and supplies to buy, my dear.”
“Have a good time,” I say and wave goodbye.
Writing Tip for the day: Marry someone who has a hobby!