I hugged a weed edger yesterday.
The implement not the implementer… as if that makes it any less weird.
Lime sherbet in color, light in hand, electric in spirit, the new
string trimmer I found under my Christmas tree quickly stole this OCD girl’s
heart. No longer will my tiny Florida
garden be held captive by the whims of an ever-changing neighborhood lawn crew
who could care less about my impatiens…
Yes, I realize this makes me sound like I’m 93 and living in a
well-planned (and padded) community for end-of-lifers.
Instead of cringing at this fact, however, I choose to embrace the
eccentricity and consider it simply planning ahead for my committal in 50
years.
Thinking ahead is key in maintaining a façade of sanity.
*winks*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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