Dear Sandy,
° 3 in the afternoon. The phone rings. I listen in case it's not vinyl siding.
° "Giac, this is ----- at the Chamber of Commerce. I have a tour group headed out your way. If not convenient, give me a call right quick."
° So that's why there was a Trained Seal in my coffee scum this morning: I immediately fall into line and make a list of mostneeded tidyingsup. As I have about 30 minutes to put the plan into place, and as the first Spring mowing is top of the list, I throw away the list and fall back.
° Fall back position is to sham animal cunning.
° And just in the nick of time it comes to me. I grab a spade and am molesting a stray viburnum as the van pulls up.
° I freshen up that vacant expression that so naturally adorns my face and let them begin.
° "Mr. McLey?"
° "O no, I live down the road a bit. Mr. McLey disappeared sometime during the winter, nobody knows where. That's why the gardens are such a shambles."
° "My goodness! Have the police--? Well the woman at the Chamber--."
° "O go ahead and ramble through, I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
° I noticed they were all staring at the uprooted plant.
° "O this? I'm just digging up a few plants I know he would've wanted me to have. Before somebody else gets to them."
° They moved on down the path right fast.
° And as they went googoo over the spicy scent of the burkwoodii viburnum hedge, the complementaryscented Actaea, the Orchard and its mixed daffodils, the redbud alley, then disappeared behind the evergreens, I hightailed it into the house and lowered the roman shades.
° That was a close one.
° 3 in the afternoon. The phone rings. I listen in case it's not vinyl siding.
° "Giac, this is ----- at the Chamber of Commerce. I have a tour group headed out your way. If not convenient, give me a call right quick."
° So that's why there was a Trained Seal in my coffee scum this morning: I immediately fall into line and make a list of mostneeded tidyingsup. As I have about 30 minutes to put the plan into place, and as the first Spring mowing is top of the list, I throw away the list and fall back.
° Fall back position is to sham animal cunning.
° And just in the nick of time it comes to me. I grab a spade and am molesting a stray viburnum as the van pulls up.
° I freshen up that vacant expression that so naturally adorns my face and let them begin.
° "Mr. McLey?"
° "O no, I live down the road a bit. Mr. McLey disappeared sometime during the winter, nobody knows where. That's why the gardens are such a shambles."
° "My goodness! Have the police--? Well the woman at the Chamber--."
° "O go ahead and ramble through, I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
° I noticed they were all staring at the uprooted plant.
° "O this? I'm just digging up a few plants I know he would've wanted me to have. Before somebody else gets to them."
° They moved on down the path right fast.
° And as they went googoo over the spicy scent of the burkwoodii viburnum hedge, the complementaryscented Actaea, the Orchard and its mixed daffodils, the redbud alley, then disappeared behind the evergreens, I hightailed it into the house and lowered the roman shades.
° That was a close one.
° Lilywhitehanded, Giac.
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