Unforeseen repercussions

A few weeks ago, L and I took a shovel to the weedy excuse of a front garden. Half way through the job, the shovel shaft broke in two. I reminded him, forcefully, that's what you get when you buy a $10 shovel.

Anyhow, he's since been preoccupied with getting the rest of the shaft out from where it was attached to the shovel head, something that has proven to be deceptively tricky.

In the meantime, the dandelion weeds, taking advantage of the sun and rain this spring, have grown to enormous proportions. I was shocked one day to see that they completely occluded one of the lower level windows. When I took a good look (yes, I had been ignoring them with supreme dedication, patiently waiting for the shovel repairs), I saw that the ten or so plants were now, unbelievably, taller than all but an NBA player, one of those hulks you can't believe can run down the court. These plants are HUGE.

It was a few days later that I surprised one of the wild bunnies that roamed the area. He stopped and looked at me, frozen between jumping one way and jumping the other. He had this smug expression on his face though, no doubt because he had stuffed his face with dandelion leaves.

We've been single-handedly keeping the local bunnies in fine dining.