|ROSES IN SPRING BEFORE THE ONSLAUGHT OF WEEDS|
Weeding behind the rose bushes is a thorny operation. I have a whole set of precautions that I take before this endeavor. I wear garden gloves (very unusual for me, I am more of a dirt under the nails, thorns in the hand, grab a garden snake by mistake type of person). My other major precaution is a giant piece of folding cardboard, (the kind that is used for science fair projects). The cardboard keeps me from getting all caught up in the rose thorns. So gloves, garden digger, pruning shears, 2 different loppers, big grass shears, gloves, giant folding cardboard, phone, water bottles, garden basket, huge sunhat, and grandson all gathered, we went outside to pull, yank, cut the weeds behind the roses.
I didn't think that at 4 1/2 years old my grandson would be able to do anything in the weeding department, but he loves to play outside. One of his favorite things is to look for sticks. He keeps pretending they are guns, and then we keep trying to change the subject and have them be other things. In preschool, he could get in trouble for pretending a stick is a gun. So now I encourage him to just get big sticks that can be for walking, or just for poking around.
So a little time passed and I was already making good progress with the weeds amongst the roses. My grand was coming back from his stick search with a good long new stick in hand.
The next thing I heard was him giggling a little, I was still bent over. Then I heard him giggle again, by this time he was behind me and I was still bent over yanking on a weed. And then I felt it. He just couldn't resist giving me a little "goose" with the new long stick. By that time his giggle had turned to outright mischievous laughing, and then when I let out a little holler and started giggling and laughing, he laughed even harder, and so did I.
|NOW PICTURE ME BENT OVER RIGHT BEHIND THOSE ROSES WITH MY GRANDSON SNEAKING UP BEHIND ME|
Happy Independence Day! I hope yours was as gigglingly good as mine was!