It’s little old me the klutz again
Only a true klutz can whack the same knee in the same place four times in less than an hour. Yep, me again. When I managed to do this, I was out in the melon patch picking cucumber bugs off the leaves and vines. I was stepping back behind my rather large gargoyle to reach them and then stepping back out to drop the bugs in a jar of soapy water. Each time I did it, I managed to hit my knee on the gargoyle.
This isn’t a knee height gargoyle like the one pictured with the watermelon, this one is almost as tall as I am. Don’t ask how I kept hitting my knee because I haven’t figured it out yet. I guess I should slow down or something when I’m chasing those bugs. I have managed to put a dent in their population along with the dent in my knee.
At least I didn’t sprain my ankles again. No, I look like I frequently did as a child. I have a skinned knee. I know when I go out to lunch with G later today she’ll have a good laugh.
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I love your Zebra Grass! Ours has over taken the ‘grass garden’ and outgrown some of the other grasses that are supposed to get even taller than the Zebra. You bump your knee, I scrape my arm! Picking cukes and beans this morning, I managed to scrape the back of my arm in the same place no less than 4 times. I guess the old saying is true – sticks out like a sore thumb! Lovely garden – and I love reading your garden stories. My neighbors think I am nuts – I’m forever out there taking pictures of the progress and growth. We did our garden in the front yard – keeps our dogs from helping cultivate LOL
The Zebra grass was a gift from a friend when she moved out of the area. She had it in her yard. The fence is a 6 footer and the grass is higher than the fence. In the middle of the city, all we have is concrete in the front. I wish I had a front yard. Although, I do have some flowers in planters on the front porch. Is it no wonder I spend most of my time out back? 😉