Those groundhogs sure are cute, but they are trouble in the garden.
We don’t have them here in Japan, so the first time my wife saw one in the States, she was like what the hell is that giant rat over there.
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They do look a lot like giant rats. And they are as undesirable as giant rats if you ask me. Horrible creatures! I used to think my groundhogs were cute, and I even named them! I do not find them cute anymore.
It doesn’t take long for a cute animal to become a pest once they find your garden. I can’t believe how quickly even caterpillars (or Japanese beetles) can wipe out a patch of veggies.
The Japanese Beetles were scarce today. I hope that means they will be gone soon. Boy did I begin to despair from those! They left foliage lacy.
lacy foliage
makes for unhappy humans
and happy beetles
Well that went nicely into 5/7/5
lacy foliage
now your camouflage is gone
you’re done for beetles
Kind of a play on your violent beetle killing poem and this one. 😬
and there is your longer range vision, one of the things that makes you a poet. You see more than what is there. Nice one.
The brown, lacy leaves of Virginia creeper and wild grape,
the decimated rose blossoms,
the aftermath of the Japanese invaders.
I DECLARE WAR
It took several summers in a row of the soapy buckets, but the numbers really have dwindled.
Dare I confess: how gratifying it is to seize one by the head, squeeze, and watch its guts issue forth like toothpaste from a tube....
Your freewrite is epic, as always.
The Mother (not named) - the pesky daughters doubting her ability to live alone, remain independent - the Mother's confidence (she's almost saucy, feeling triumphant, ready to vindicate herself) followed by the door opening to the devastation and emptiness.
You always encapsulate so much emotion in so few words.
Bravo!
(and hugs)
Thanks #1 fan!
I used to sign all the notes I sent into school with or for my kids with The Mother. That is, until I got sick of signing things (or of my daughter losing points because I hadn't signed something) that I gave The Youngest a stamp of my signature so she could just sign everything herself. It took a couple years before we got caught.
I love you Stacey!!
The fake signature.... yeah, that's how much we value the oversight of
institutionalized public educationour esteemed SCHOOLS.I now hate the schools, and think they are no place for children. The damage done to them, to me, to our family, was enormous. Almost all of my personal problems originated in the schools.
#familyprotection