05 August 2010
Magpie Tales #26...Daisies and Dandelions
She splashed water generously over the daisies. There might just be enough for the dandelions by the hedge. If nature could persevere among that long grass and in the shade, she wasn't going to try and stop them popping up.
Her neighbours spent all Saturday weeding and they got two hours of enjoyment on Sunday before they had to do all the weekend chores they had neglected the day before. They did the chores with aching backs too.
It didn't take an iron back to water daisies. It took a watering can and a little bit of persistence. What was the point in yanking them out by the stems? Sometimes the roots came too, dangling over the ground, dripping dirt.
The watering can was almost empty. She peered over the wall at the pristine garden next door. With a sigh she reached down and plucked a ripe dandelion. It's feather-like seeds seemed impatient to disperse.
'Just a bit of nature,' she whispered as she blew on the dandelion. The seeds floated gently over the wall and settled among the tulips.
Scribbled by Aoife.Troxel around 20:21