Decided late yesterday afternoon to dig a few dandelions…by the time I finished, it was getting too dark to see, I’d dug enough to feed a herd of goats, my blisters were forming blisters, my right hand had permanently molded itself around the tool and I was hunched over and hobbling like a 93-year old on a bad day.
marginally better today…and the dandelions are snickering.
Why would you touch them? I get too close and my eyes swell and my nose starts getting worked up! I don’t even attempt battle with dandelions
because they plot behind my back otherwise. in unity there is strength…