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The Comic Gardener

As a newbie gardener, I am learning that there is a lot to learn about gardening. We put in a raised garden bed this winter. Over the past few weeks, I gently coaxed seeds into seedlings in these cute little pots that go right into the ground. (I’m sure a real gardener knows the name of them). Earlier, my husband had laid out the lines of the drip sprinkler for me. All I had to do was plant my jalapeno, tomato and beet seedlings and then pull the plugs off the drip tubes. So yesterday, I proudly planted them and without a tool handy, pulled the tight plugs off the drip lines with my teeth.

This morning as I was about to head out for my walk, sneakers in hand, I walked by the patio door facing the garden. I knew the sprinklers were on because I saw a ballet of drip lines dancing around the garden bed. Two were forming perfect arcs across the bed while the third was pirouetting around it. I think I was supposed to do one more step…..

I ran outside like a water avatar. I slid across the wet pavers like I was surfing a stone wave, finally stopping on a dry paver. I ducked under the swirling drip line and grabbed it after it skimmed the back of my neck. I pointed it toward the lawn. With another hand, I was able to aim one of the shooters towards the trees. Well, the other shooter, let’s just say my foot couldn’t reach that far.

After holding this position for a minute, I tried to remember how long this cycle was. Five minutes, seven minutes? I was wet, cold and ready to crack up. So I did what a normal person should have done initially upon seeing this scenario; I dropped everything and ran to the sprinkler box and turned it off. As I changed out of my wet clothes for my walk, I had one regret. If only someone had been able to capture this on film, it could have made a hilarious YouTube video.

It’s not over yet. On my walk I cut through a local park and stopped to watch some bunnies. I heard a loud hiss and jumped. No, not a rattler, the city was testing its sprinklers. A city worker saw me jump and apologized even though he was laughing. Anyone who has been to the movies with me knows I am a jumper…even when I know what is going to happen. After seeing one of the early Harry Potter movies with my daughter, she told me I was so embarrassing she wouldn’t go to the movies with me again. (Ok, I scream too.)

The Easter Bunny

The Easter Bunny

I was rewarded with more bunny sightings as I continued my walk. Seeing all those cute little cottontails zig zagging down the bunny trail reminded me that Easter was on its way.  Happy holidays to those celebrating Easter and Passover this weekend. I hope there is a nice surprise waiting for you.