The bush stood facing the morning sun with
the sunlight highlighting the dew covered
Big as a buffalo and twice as wide this
malignancy of nature had to be cut down
I stood facing this evil plant with a
pair of pruning shears in each hand,
much like a gunslinger, contemplating
a fight to the death.
One of us was going to get cut down to
size and I had hopes it would be this
green monster and not yours truly.
With the sun sparkling of the dew and
a slight wind the bush appeared to
flexing its muscles in anticipation of
the upcoming fight.
I was ready. After ninety minutes the
bush had taken on the appearance of
normalcy. Branches lay all around us
as testament to the battle that had
cut it down to half the original size.
Putting iodine on my wounds and then
gathering up the branches I returned
to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
Feeling very much the victor I told
the wife about my exploits. And that’s
when I got the ‘look’.
She explained you cannot do battle
with a plant and there was no arguing
The heavy artillery came out with her
outburst of ‘don’t you have hedge
I tried to explain that it was personal
but I saw the ‘no sale’ sign in her eyes.
Plan B didn’t work either because she
stated that just because our ancestors
didn’t have hedge trimmers did not mean
I could call it a battle.
So once again the wife thinks I’m crazy
even after my explanation. It must be
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