Wednesday, May 3, 2017


Every night when he gets home from work, Ken gets changed and then heads out front to do dandelion battle. I don't object to them the way he does; in fact, I love them. But to him they signal neglect and defeat and ugliness. Luckily the violets don't bother him, or we'd barely have a lawn.

1 comment:

Natalie, the Chickenblogger said...

Seriously? The purple wash across the lawn? Those are violets? What a heaven!
Poor Ken, though... with dandelions for your nemesis, you have a tough lot in life!