During a recent (in fact on-going) project it came to me that some of my childhood experience had prepared me for sheer, dogged persistence.
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Chopping weeds with an old dull hoe
I’d chop and I’d chop
And Grandma would say to me,
Are you chopping corn
Instead of those weeds–
And sure enough, there it would be
A chopped down stalk instead of weeds.
It wasn’t the most exciting job
So I’d make up stories to help me along
Like Jason and the dragon seeds…
I was pretty sure those old guys
From Greece invented that one
While they were out chopping weeds.
Or that business about old Hercules
Oh, Aegean stables ain’t got nothin’ on these
Gardening in Missouri clay,
With a dull hoe chopping weeds.
I don’t think grandma had heard
Of tilth or mulch or organic care
Just pile on manure
Plow the soil in the spring
And then, all blamed summer long–
We’d be out there
Choppin’ all those crazy weeds!
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