First I have to make
a hatchet, find a shovel.
Oh, where to bury?
*(A complete mystery to me: first penned June 22, 2015, pre-WordPress. I suspect it was a broken big topmost branch on a prized (by my Sister-in-Law Jeanne) variegated single AND double-blooming red hibiscus. Both ends had splintered when broken off by a falling Queen Palm frond during an evening windstorm. I hauled out the 14-foot stepladder and bow-sawed the in-ground half flush to minimize infection, and, because I am lazy and forgot where I hid the tomahawk, I finally find the big single-blade axe and truncated on an angle the free-floating half. With some rooting compound and homemade potting soil and a 25-gallon empty, pebble-filled-bottom plastic pot I soon had the new two-foot tall hibiscus transplant attempt completed, blue-watered and moved into the shade. Now it resides at Jeanne’s home out East of Sanford so I do not have to watch her eyes mist over each time she stops by. Something about not willing to leave her hands in any dirt that doesn’t pay out big bucks long enough to get green. I wrote this as a mystery play because the hatchet-angle was too appealing so not to do. I found the tomahawk, complete with a modern nail-puller ensconced near the shaft on the underside of the head, whose reverse is a hammer. Such modernity. It throws good, though.”
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