Spring has Sprung and Right in the Kazoo
It started with a simple need of two trees for the backyard. Those two twigs we planted last Arbor Day, got slaughtered by a roadrunner, whose amourous intentions got the best of him. Or, those 70 mph winds down the canyon, meet two twigs it didn't fancy.
So, over morn'n gruel, Joe and I talked about get'n off our duffs and do'n something about those two twigs. It was nice outside. No jacket needed in the sun, air crystal and the mountains as crisp as a chip.
Then came the pitter-patter in the rust bucket while bouncing down to the tree farm.
"...well I saved enough, I think, to get a couple of 2 inchers," said Joe.
"What about sequestration?" I asked.
"What about it? We are going to get new trees to replace what used to be twigs." He said, while picking his nose.
I smack'd his arm away from his snoot and said, "Maybe better to keep the money in the jar and wait till things get better."
"We need shade, woman," he droned.
"If your crappy pay gets cut again and Medicaid stops pay'n you peanuts to take care of that disabled young man, we will need that money, ya ol' gink," I said, kinda cackly.
Quiet for a spell, as we enjoyed the decaying buildings passing. A few ruts riled up my hemmoroids, but that's the way it goes, I guess.
"Still think it be better to put the money back in the jar and wait," I muttered.
That's when Joe stopped the rust bucket, got out and stood under a tree. Finally, I hauled out myself to relieve the hemmoroid itch, then wandered under the tree too.
"Maybe you be right, ol' gal. Better the money go back in the jar," He said softly.
I looked up and saw the tree was just start'n to develop itty bit buds. another week or so and the tree would be awake and greet'n ol' Sol.
"Nah," I said. "Best we get the trees and tend them. Money may be worthless, but they still buy a tree that gives a lot more than ol' greenbacks."
"Yep," said Joe. "Money builds noth'n anymore. A tree grows and gives lots to those below. When it dies, it gives you warmth. Dollar don't do that, does it woman?"
"Nope," I said with a beam'n smile.
They be com'n with the trees to plant on Tuesday. Fuck sequestration and the buttholes that thinks it be a sweet political game. We be get'n shade and they lose our votes and respect.
Fair trade, I be think'n.