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It looks like I got to the weeds just in time yesterday. Some creeper vine was threatening to strangle poor Twiggy, my pet cottonwood tree. If you've never tried a tree as a pet before, don't knock it. Talk about low maintenance. When it comes to affection, though, I guess you have to use your imagination.* But you have to do that with cats and birds and fish anyway, so it's not as different as you might think.
Twiggy's done pretty well this year. I cut a chunk of the sprouting cottonwood root that pervades this whole neighborhood and planted it in the middle of the yard. This accomplished two things: it put a tree where I wanted a tree and it rendered Twiggy independent of the Borg-like root system that the neighbors are always threatening to poison--just in case they were successful someday. I wasn't sure she'd make it at first. She turned all yellow and anemic in the summer sun, but I filled her little trough with water every time I thought of it and by September, she was a healthy shade of green and growing like gangbusters. She's as tall as I am now, though very thin and sapling-like. Maybe if I get some Job's fertilizer spikes or something, she'll start to put on a little weight. Don't know if your supposed to fertilize a tree this late in the season. I'll have to Google that this weekend if I have time.
I also have a volunteer lawn coming up--probably remnants of the lawn that was once planted in the yard. I'm thinking of letting it be, maybe even watering it. I could end up with a semi-respectable-looking front yard for free. I looked and I still have a rinky-dink electric mower in the garage. I bought it a couple of houses ago when I had a small lawn, then gave it to T&P when I no longer had a lawn but they did. Then they left it here because they are once again lawn-less. So it has come full circle. I also have the refrigerator my mom bought me when I bought my first house. I gave it to T&P for helping me move one time to an apartment that already had one, then they gave it back to me for helping them move a few years later. Luckily, the eternal wheel of appliance possession came full circle before Mom ever found out I'd given it away. She's not into re-gifting.
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Better get back to it. I don't want this book group deal to become the stomach wrenching horror that it usually becomes. No money for the Maid Brigade. This time I'm on my own.
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*Reminiscent of the new "Use Your Imagination" Barbie that Dave Letterman was hawking last night: a colorful box with a cellophane window but no doll inside that says "Use Your Imagination" in big friendly letters on the front.