She was supposed to keep the pests away, my perky guardian garden cat. She braved wind and wet, storms and scorching heat. She got toppled over and half buried by overturned soil. She patiently endured being overgrown by vines and veggies.
Today she still mans her post, casting a brave eye over all. She is on the lookout for things gone wrong in the garden. I may have her to thank for the absence of the gophers and bunnies and moles who have plagued us in the past. (But, shhh… I may also have to give a nod of gratitude to the reinforced fencing and the wire cloth that line our garden beds.)
As cats go, she is very remarkably stalwart and brave and she asks for nothing in return. But my dear sweet guardian cat, she was ill prepared to handle the appetites of the snails and slugs who tasted in her exterior a delicious treat, and so they’ve dissolved and eaten away at her painted plaster form. Even still she has endured.
But, lo and behold – “Kitty, you’ve let weeds poke up right next to you! What’s going on?”
“I think you need my help, dear plaster one. You need support, and perhaps some patching. I can still see your graceful, demure pose, guardian kitty. And when I’m working next to you, weeding or planting, I shall continue to mew at you, with love and whimsy.” It is always nice to have a friend in the garden.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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