I may have mentioned in the past that I have an amazing ability to convince myself to avoid / evade work. Did I also mention how much more satisfying it is to accomplish a really big task? In an effort to secure this ultimate pleasure for myself, I routinely forbid me to do such things as cleaning or weeding. I have stalwartly avoided weeding my gardens (I have 7 distinct gardens – fool!) for months so that I could really enjoy it – when I had no other choices and the excuses finally ran out. I should say, at this point, that the herb garden and the vegetable garden are mine. I planted them, I like them, they feed me. The 5 flower gardens were here when we bought the house and they are a pain in the ass. Why would anyone need 70 rose bushes – 69 red, 1 yellow, all in the same place? (Or anywhere, for that matter?) And 2 huge iris beds. Have you ever tried to weed an iris bed? The weeds come up between the rhizomes and you can't pull them out. I'm sorely tempted to 'Round-Up' the whole lot; but, then I remember spring; I take my wheelbarrow, clippers and gloves and go back to work.
Above is a pic. of one of the iris beds at the beginning of the week, 2 days into weeding. At left, the same garden, 4 days into weeding. I bet you can tell what part is done! I might say that I am not incredibly slow, but weeding is incredibly boring and I can only bear to force myself into 2 hours a day. More than that is against the Geneva Convention (Does anyone else remember what that is?) Plus, there is the odd moment when I get sidetracked by something more interesting.
I was just reminiscing, deep in my subconscious taste buds, about all of the wonderful, traditional bistro food we ate in Paris. Escargots were, naturally, first on the list: that lovely, garlicky butter, with tons of fresh parsley floating on top, enveloping the little snails in flavor. Then I looked down and saw this guy. Big guy! I ran back to the house (Why would I run? It was a snail, for god's sake!) to grab my camera. He was obviously top snail in the garden; or, at least the biggest, and a bit of a show-off. He proceeded through a series of snail acrobatics that kept me, and the rest of the snails, slugs and little green worms, glued to the spot for the better part of 20 minutes. He was quite a talented little bugger and I took lots of photos plus one very slow movie (since deleted). He was so entertaining that before I knew it my allotted 2 hours for weeding was up and I had to go on to my next task for the day, which, if I remember correctly, was lunch.
Speaking of food: It's just as well that I enjoyed my Escargots before I saw this one. No, it's not that my Vegetarian Side gained supremacy for a moment and I would have felt guilt over eating him….It was the 'ick' factor: He looked rather large, tough and chewy…and the slime trail has always rather been a turn-off for me.
I probably won't be eating Escargots again anytime soon. At least not until the next time I'm in Paris….or Lyon….or Dijon….or Beaune… I'm getting hungry….where did he go….