Fall has arrived. So naturally, most of the plants in our vegetable garden are done producing for the year. Each year we need to cut them all back so that they have time to compost into the soil before next spring when we replant. Chris typically does this.
It is at this point it feel it is pertinent to mention that my husband, and this is a direct quote, "has this awesome sword that almost never gets used!" So naturally what better time to remove it from the wall where it is displayed (yes, I realize I was somehow tricked into allowing him to hang it on the wall of our home as a "decoration") and use it to chop down the garden plants.
He never tells me when he is planning this he just does it. So inevitably, I will look out the window totally unprepared, and see my husband standing in the middle of the garden, fencing with an invisible opponent amongst a flurry of flying corn husks, zucchini vines and leafy greens. Garden Fencing, as I now refer to it, may or may not include the following activities:
- Yelling "Yarrrrrgh!" (like a pirate)
- Throwing pieces of vegetation into air and attempting to slice them in half with the sword on their way back down.
- Shouting "En Garde!"
- Batting practice
- Swinging the sword from side to side vigorously so it makes that 'shwing shwing' noise
- 'Knighting' the dog with the sword
- Grinning mischievously
