Most of my friends don’t like weeding; all they see is a big chore ahead of them and how long it will take. Of course, if I never had to weed again, I probably wouldn’t be heartbroken, but I like to think of it as “zen weeding”. I’m outside, it’s usually a lovely summer day with sunny skies and hopefully a nice breeze. I let my brain wander off where it wants.
Today I was working on my creeping Charlie problem and trying not to think of all ground cover as evil. After all, it’s only doing what Mother Nature intends it to do. As I pulled up a tendril I wondered if the creeping Charlies on the other side of the boulevard knew what was happening on this side. And that’s when I got to Godzilla. What if the creeping Charlie is a Japanese city and I am the monster Godzilla?
No stopping my brain at this point! A long over ground tendril became an elevated train, underground tendrils were subway lines. Tall bits that were reaching up – high rises. Clumps of little root systems – office buildings. Particularly thick clumps – city hall. Bits that clung and clung and clung – Senate. This kept me occupied for the better part of an hour. I’m thinking Godzilla and I will be bonding again on the boulevard!
What monster would YOU like to be?