Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2020 17:06:10 -0400
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: Were you once my sweet pea?
i live by busy hyway 64. By busy, I mean there is never a dull moment. Never a moment that something isn’t whizzing by. It has been that way now, for me, since new four lane hyway 64 was completed about twenty one years ago. It is amazing the number of wrecks occur within eyesight. People throw stuff out the windows. Ninety percent of it is hand to mouth fast food plates, cups, forks and spoons.
Three years ago, a four by eight foot sheet of expensive plywood ($48.00 price tag) fell off a truck. No one came back to get it. Cars hit my mailbox. Cars run off in the ditch. It is astounding the number of tractor trailer trucks that are now passing carrying pre-fabricated house parts- Stud walls, roofing supplies. One truck appeared to be carrying maybe five hundred pieces of sheet rock. All I assume, on the way to wondrous new city- Chatham Park.
I frequently pick up the trash by the road. It is re-appears and is always blowing round. Although my age has limited me somewhat in picking it up everyday, I try. I despise to see that stuff anywhere within eyesight.
I also notice new fire ant hills. New weeds. We (hyway 64 residents) never had thistles by the hyway until foreign soil was trucked in during the ’90s building of 64. Ditto fire ants! Every year i notice new types of weeds. One of those is Vetch. A sweet pea looking plant that can take over. Yesterday, glanced in the ditch at the vetch growing there- It was there alright, but something else that looked familiar. It looked like sweet peas! How could it possibly be? Not impossible, but highly unlikely. I first suspected it was a super-evolved vetch.
But I finally decided it is ornament sweet pea vines. But how did it get get there? Some where in the back of my mind, I keep seeing myself a couple of years ago, tossing some out-dated or old sweet pea seeds by my driveway. Perhaps it will all come full circle in my memory bank. Were you once my sweet pea? Time will tell . . . i hope.
N.A.
N.A. Booko – I saw a chick-a-dee today . . .