Our house is surrounded by a chain link fence. This is not nearly as attractive as it sounds. I give it a scowl every morning when I look out the kitchen window. I should be thankful because it keeps Asa contained in the backyard, but I have not reached that level of enlightenment. Chain Link Enlightenment. (Comes right after you achieve Barred Window Enlightenment.) Twice a year the links out the kitchen window are obscured by a beautiful flowering bush in the neighbor’s yard. I tried to take a picture, but the iPhone camera doesn’t do justice to the hundreds of little yellow flowers. They’re a little boost of happiness every time I catch sight of them.
So I have a plan for the chain link. It involves bamboo. When we were at the garden store two weeks ago, they were selling rolls of cut bamboo that you could attach to a chain link fence. Meditative Zen garden, here I come. Of course, the pre-made rolls were wildly expensive. I figured I could make my own. So the last time we were at the zoo, I acquired some bamboo. (No pandas were harmed.) I put the small shoots in my purse and forgot about them for two days. Then I put them in a glass in the front window — and watched them wilt over the next two days. So now my plan is to buy a bit of bamboo and grow it for harvesting. You hear stories about bamboo taking over people’s yards and forcing them out of their houses — as if it were kudzu or something. And, of course, it is an invasive, non-native species. But I’m going to keep it carefully contained. I swear.
I could go on forever about my thrifty home improvement ideas, but Asa wants to play fire fighter and I need to turn my full attention to deciding which furniture is burning.
Run at Eisenhower Park tonight at 5:30 and Willies afterwards if you’re in town. No drop — from either place.