Rita loves to work in the garden. Every day she harvested the vegetables from Ken's garden to eat for dinner. Then one day, while we were sitting beside the fish pond, Rita got down on her hands and knees and began weeding the garden around the pond. Gill had suggested a couple of weeks ago that the area needed weeding but I commented that Ken has become tolerant of weeds so it was unlikely to be weeded. But Rita could not stand it any more.
We called her our weed whacker. I spotted her before breakfast and I spotted her before cocktails. There she was, down on her hands and knees pulling out the weeds. She found plants buried under the weeds. After giving the plants sun light, they then doubled in size over night. A half an hour here and a half an hour there and soon the whole area was clean of weeds and looking beautiful. Ken and I are grateful for her efforts and the plantings are grateful too. Now they can breathe. But now Rita has left for home. What then?
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