Like Grandfather Like Grandson

03-06-2012

It's funny how doing simple tasks around the house can sometimes bring back happy childhood memories. Like right now I am thinking about how The Boss used to put on the old tattered suit pants and faded white shirt (his official gardening gear) to go out and do some digging in his garden. Why am I re-visiting this memory? Mainly because I have just realised that I too now have clothes put aside for the purpose of gardening.

Back when I was growing up you couldn't have paid me to cut the grass in the family homestead. It was that one mind numbing, boring, monotonous jobs that was just plain avoid by all the kids in the house. Which probably explains why it is currently a jungle out the back of the mother figure's house.

Honestly I think it was the main reason we were up at seven in the morning and out and about until ten at night during the summer months.

Having said that whenever I was out visiting the grandparents I would always potter about the back with The Boss as he dug up some weeds or put down some seeds or made it look "cool" to eat carrots straight from the ground.

The man could trick kids into eating veg, that is a talent in itself.

So I find it funny now that since buying the house one of the things that bugs me if I let it slide too long is cutting the lawns. That's right, I said lawns. The layout of the front garden has three areas with grass. Plus the back garden itself. So four lawns in total to go cut. The bit that The Boss would probably find funny is that I now actually care about the state of the garden as well.

For instance it has become obvious that the lawns all have a bit of a weed problem, ranging from dandelions to nettles. Sure it looks nice when I cut it (a task that takes two solid hours) but when it starts to grow at all those bastard weeds sprout and make it look hideous.

So in typical Boss fashion something had to be done to guide Mother Nature back on course. The ladyfriend, while visiting her folks the other day, picked up three tubs of this weed killer pellet stuff. The plan, pour all three containers over the grass and get those motherfucking weeds of the lawn!

So this morn, as it rained (because you are advised to do it with rain a-coming) I was out in my gardening clothes walking in lines along the grass spraying out the pellets. Taking a strange satisfaction as I over-sprayed some parts with particularly bad clumps of weeds. Knowing that they would be black and dying within a day.

Looks like I may have had something else passed along the genes from The Boss: the desire to have a nice garden. He's either wetting himself laughing in Heaven at the fact that I have suddenly developed this green thumb or frowning and shaking his head as I no doubt am doing something wrong.

Blue_jester

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