So, there we were, the dog and I, tromping through the back yard early this morning, walking towards the creek. And there was a turkey on the creek bank.
“Ooo!” I blurted in surprise.
“Brlrrk!” his friend down in the creek shouted in surprise back. One turkey took off into the trees and the other took off across the yard of the AT&T building. The dog was completely unmoved, until we got over to the AT&T building, and she picked up on the scent of the turkey and started making huge arcs in front of me, tugging on the leash.
“Too late,” I said, “he’s already gone.”
It smelled so gorgeous out there this morning. Honeysuckle, I guess.
I know I say it all the time, but it’s true. I can’t believe I get to live here. I can’t believe a spot this wonderful was affordable to me.
But I’m grateful.
That is exactly what turkeys sound like. Ha!
the smell – I found out yesterday – is not honeysuckle — it is privet! And I hate privet — hate hate hate that stuff. But there is a large hedge of it about 4 doors down from my house — and it has fragranced the entire neighborhood as it is in full bloom.
What?! Privet is my mortal enemy! How can it have any use other than being hard to get out of my flower beds?
I know! I hate it too! But it does bloom and the hedge on my street is just covered up in flowers and it smells amazing.
Man, am I going to have to make some kind of uneasy peace with privet?
No. It only blooms once a year, which is not enough. You can still hate it.
Or you could still uproot it, but with pity in your heart rather than hatred. Sort of the way I feel about mice when I have to kill them.