AN/ I wonder if it's possible to have a love/hate relationship with gardening? I love gardens, walking through a garden fills me with a whimsical feeling of sheer ambrosia…sign HOWEVER; I absolutely abhor the act of gardening itself. It makes me turn into this loose cannon chibi like critter with psychotic 'arsonist-like' behavior! In short, the concept of me, getting off my ass to play in the dirt, (also in short.) Ignorant! Like Közi-chan ♥ (KoziAmeya…chan? Gawd her 'nom de plume' is so long I can't even remember it anymore…;;;;)
Disclaimer: 'tis Matsushita Yoko-sama's….not mine…..twitch so don't sue….I'll hate you foreverness…..
Hisoka's take on:
Gardens
Tsuzuki, Tatsumi-san, and I discussed finances over spiked coffee and dounuts this morning, (special Watari blend if you must know….) When all of the sudden the conversation made an illegal U turn at gardening. The two men began gossiping over such things as: "When is the best time to pick pumpkins?" or"Is it true that boiling Persimmon's leaves cures hiccups?" When it occurred to me, I know absolutely nothing about gardening. Thus, it of course unnerved me greatly whenever they shot me glances at me, glances reading "You gonna say somethin'?" But what was I to say? "Erm….uhhh….flowers are cool!" HOLY SHIT! To think I even considered responding that idiotically. I need to get away from Tuszuki's house, cleaning it must be infecting me with stupid dust! Yeah, that's it!... ...Let's just politely ignore that last statement, it was clearly caused by post-death brain rot, (And, Yes that's a legitimate excuse!) Let's get back to the subject at hand…. (Oh God, my brain is a schizoid!) Anyhoo, now that I think about it, I did sorta, (not really) garden once…
I think I was about 8 or 9 years old and sitting that stupid cellar… when I decided to sneak out to get some water…(this time I didn't run into a psycho-rapist-"I swear I really am a doctor"-kind of dude.) When 'lo and behold I found myself looking a pile of weeds, (Short attention span…) I believe my first thoughts were along the lines of; "Those poor weeds, they got picked." When a bright yellow something caught my eye. No children it wasn't the long lost Crayon you threw at that dumb kid 'Billy' in Primary School. It was a solitary dandelion. The more I stared at it, it made me realize. This dandelion was a scapegoat, a reject, a pair of sneakers in a closet full of Stilettos! (AN/ Stilettos……?) The dandelion was the plant version of me! Which of course made me think, 'Awwww…poor dandelion' so I picked up the Hisoka-weed/flower that I childishly dubbed Popo-chan. Made my way over to the Kendo Dojo and planted it in the parched soil there. I liked Kendo, and because Popo and I were so alike I immediately assumed he'd, (also assumed) would like it too. (Not the sharpest tool in the shed….) And that, was my gardening story. And after careful consideration, (not really) I've concluded that I'd be a horrible Gardner. (1) Popo died of dehydration a day later. (2) The Late- Riko-shiki-cactus-sama……………………
If not totally obvious….Popo is short for Tanpopo….meaning dandelion!