Janie and I live under a four-to-seven-foot high hedge of trumpet vine on top of a six foot brick wall.
This would be a good moment for you to read the previous blog entry concerning the hedge; Life Under the Hedge.
The hedge is lush, green, and geographically greedy.
The hedge is insidious, persistent, and smug.
The hedge is reassuring, constant, and protective.
The hedge has tendrils, flings seed wisps that fly like Saharan dust, and networks well with the Earth.
The hedge is sentient.
The hedge is chatty.
“You did a helluva job on those Japanese beetles this afternoon.”
“Thanks. You see what they’re doing to our knockouts? They’re shredding the leaves!”
“They’re determined. They’re hungry. But you took care of ‘em. You looked like a gunslinger out there with your hose set on ‘JET’; bangin’ and splashin’ ‘em off the roses. It was impressive. You were like a Master Blaster Gardener. I didn’t know ya had it in ya.”
“Mock if you must, but it got rid of the bugs.”
“Granted. The filthy beetles vanished……and returned in ten minutes…still hungry…still determined…and somewhat less filthy for the shower you provided.”
“Eloquently put. Might you have a Plan B?”
“I do, as matter of fact. I’ve got some spray coming that should take care of the problem. It’s an organic soapy insecticide spray.”
“An organic soapy insecticide spray… Doesn’t quite have the same terrifying ring to it as ‘Raid’ or ‘Agent Orange’. I’m imagining you in a Master Blaster Gardener baseball cap and a white Windex-type spray bottle screaming; ‘I love the smell of an organic soapy insecticide spray in the morning! It smells like victory!!’……feeble.”
“What does a hedge know about Apocalypse Now?”
“I have tendrils. The neighbors next door watched it on Netflix last week. I was diggin’ the Doors music, but Brando and Hopper jumped the shark for me. It’s a great film, but Conrad’s story is better.”
“Agreed. Hey, wait, what does a hedge know about ‘Heart of Darkness?’”
“You have it in your library.”
“…AND you have tendrils…”
“I also have slim hopes for your organic soapy insecticide spray and fear for your self-esteem and the roses. Might you possibly have a Plan C?”
“Ya know, you could help. Isn’t this what a wall is supposed to do? Keep out unwanted foreigners?”
“No, no, no. First of all, I’m a hedge, not a wall. The wall has no tendrils. The wall doesn’t talk and a wall can’t stop hungry and determined. Stop listening to Trump. You were raised better than that.”
“Yes…yes, I was……”
“Let’s see how the organic soapy insecticide spray works. Maybe it’ll be sensational and we can brainstorm a different name for it.”
“How ‘bout Master Blaster?”
“I said ya looked good with that hose.”
“…gotta get a hat…”
“That’s the ticket.”