Short Story #1: Nettles… not a greenery I’ll be adding to arrangements anytime soon!
On Sunday, I met one of our resident plants of the forest. Her common name is Nettles, but I would describe her like another word we all know that rhymes with witch. Ok, ok…. That wasn’t very nice, but let me explain my side of the story. J
Bobby had just conquered the sloped lawn with a push mower, which gave me the opportunity to trim some tree branches. I think it was actually more of a pasture for the former owners’ horses because the dirt beneath the grass was uneven and clumped like hoof prints in loose dirt. Then the grass just grew overtop the clumpy dirt. In any case, it looked way better, and now I could walk out under the trees much easier.
Beyond the grass, stretched layers of blackberry vines, ferns, and other forest debris. Another plant caught my attention, a tall skinny stem with pretty green leaves. I thought to myself, ‘I better get these weeds now while manageable.’ Not thinking much of it, I knelt down to pull up this new foliage with my bare hand. Luckily, and what I really mean to say is by the sheer grace of all things holy, the tip of my pinky finger just minutely brushed a leaf as my hand traveled down towards the base of the plant, and I learned just what a little witch Nettles are!
My hand didn’t even make it halfway down to the ground before I yelled out a yelp… “OOUUUU!” It immediately felt like my pinky finger was on fire. It was red, started swelling. Yes, the garden work was done for the day.
The sting and burn lasted all night and very lucky it was only my pinky that touched a leaf. Had it been my whole hand, I would really have been miserable. Since, I’ve learned Nettles have tiny hairs that inject acidic toxins in their victims. They also have medicinal properties and one can even brew up a mean pot of herbal nettle tea. I could see this because on the second day, my pinky was numb to the touch like your gums after a visit to the dentist office.
A local farmer also told me you could eat Nettles like spinach. I don’t think so!
Ok, so I’m not exaggerating when I say our driveway is really long. It might actually be a quarter of a mile long.
Early on, Bobby and I both started wondering about garbage day. What day is it and most importantly where is the pick up?! Turns out, it’s on Monday, and we must get those three garbage cans out to the road each Monday!
I’m going to be real honest, I’m not really looking forward to this garbage business. For one, it’s Monday. Who wants to worry about this on Sunday night or even Monday morning for that matter? And two, it’s really far… I mean really far!
It was hard enough for me just walking back two of the empty cans when the garbage truck dropped them off to us. It was a lovely walk out, and Bradley joined me. Yet, by the last stretch, even I had to ask Bradley for a little help… and he’s 4!
So here we are on Sunday. We need to get those damn garbage cans out to the road! Bobby had this ingenious idea(ok, not really) to sit on the back bed of the truck, grab hold of the garbage can handles, and have me slowly drive down the driveway. I wish I could have captured this sight on video. It was SO funny! With Bradley in his car seat, all the windows rolled down, and me watching Bobby in the rearview mirror, I slowly edge the truck forward. I see Bobby hunched over in the mirror, all the while yelling “Slow!...Slow!...Slower!” I’m not kidding, the truck hadn’t reached 2 mph! That idea lasted all of about 12 feet and several, “Ok, try it again!”
The rest of the way, Bobby set one of the cans on the edge of the truck, and pulled the last one all the way out to the road. I lead slowly in the truck watching the whole time in the mirror. Of course, this time, I took a photo.
We have purchased a used lawn mower from an old neighbor, but have resolved a trailer will be necessary very soon. Who knew taking the garbage cans for a walk would become such a chore!