mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
flemmings

Nous n'irons plus au bois

The Indian Gardener's house is being done over by his son- a complete gutting of that actually rather small detached. This has been going on for months. A dumpster has occupied the jungle lawn but now has been removed, and the gardeners have come in. When the Indian Gardener was alive his lawn was indeed a jungle- well tended and orderly, but full of head-high rose bushes and sunflowers and flowering whatsits and all. Then the milkweed came in. And now all is flat and turned over brown soil. Remains one ilex, or what we call an ilex, which google doesn't recognize. It's a garbage tree, easily uprooted, which smells vile on your hands. And one flowering bush, which at last looks pretty.

The bees, however, will have to go next door.
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