July 9, 2014
My tale begins on this beautiful and fair weathered day.
It was a glorious morning, sunny but overcast, which would protect my skin from the full assault of the unmerciful sun. There was a gentle breeze that stirred the trees and set my wind chimes tumbling about. They softly bumped into one another, sounding their melodious and unobtrusive ting, tang, tong tones bouncing around my backyard glen.
It was a perfect day for Questing.
I checked my gear that I had so carefully laid out in preparation the evening before. Invigorated by my victory over the evil sod and taming of the the Grass Eating Monster.
Weed Hacker….. Check
Protective Nitrile coated Gauntlets….. Check
Glasses of Safety…… Check
Armored Breeches….. Check
And so I began, I pulled out the Weed Hacker, suited up and set out on my crusade to eliminate the Creeping Flora of the Backyard with extreme prejudice.
I plugged into the power source and started to slash my way into the deep undergrowth. But alas, this is where my tale of Whoa begins.
The Weed Hacker and I were just beginning to really tear into the menacing fauna when suddenly the Weed Hacker just exploded, throwing parts this way and that and spilling its corded entrails along the borders of my deck.
It was absolutely horrifying, shocking, and hideous to gaze upon. I have included an image of the carnage. It is not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach.
So that is how my tale ends, with my beloved Weed Hacker lying shattered and broken, a sad vestige of its former self.
But do not cry for me, I began a new quest soon after burying my Weed Hacker on the Hill of Rubbish.
I pulled the accursed Creeping Flora of the Backyard with my own gauntlet covered hands!
So do not be sad, my tale of Whoa ended in a tale of triumph and satisfied contentment.
In fact, a gentle but thoroughly drenching shower has just passed over my carefully yet rigorously weeded backyard hollow. Leaving it a wondrous world of rain kissed plants and trees reflecting the colorful rays of the setting sun through the densely leafed canopy of my backyard glen.
And thusly I end my tale of Whoa.
Blue Moon Thinker