Sometimes husbands and wives find faults with little things. These teeny foibles are both tough to find in my wife and tough to talk about with her. Occasionally there is a lovely blush of spring in her cheeks and an “oops a daisy” in the end. This is my favourite look of hers.
Last spring among the cute baby plants from the nursery was a “Jack O Lantern”. ”Do not put that in my bed” I say in my best still in control deep bass voice.
I expect her to trust and listen to me; to care about how I feel. This did not happen. She already knows I feel nothing and have no idea what goes on in either my head or heart and that my voice is cracking. In they go.
There is no revenge taken. I ignore for the season and move on. The best I manage to express myself is a stupid haiku.
toe nails and coarse bone meal in her bed
So. Anyway. It is next spring now. I had to strip this bed and clean things up. Let me quantify without feelings or judgements, as if you were a customer who needed a quote. It took 2 plus hours to ferret out the roots. One cedar shrub was infected. The roots needed to be burned at 1300 degrees. (kiddimg about the fire) This is only the first round. A new shrub will have to be picked up, delivered and installed. It will likely not match the existing one.
Nothing can grow there while I wait a couple of weeks to certify there are no roots left. I had to dig deep besides so it will take that long for the soil to settle back down anyway. The edge of the deck will need to be monitored closely. Some boards may have to be lifted to get underneath if we find a little pumpkin patch hiding there.
I really liked the job. (not kidding) Often I wonder if my calling was not an archeologist. This work is very soothing to me and even Sandra recognizes this. “That’s why I did it. You can thank me later”
lol. “Thanks dear”