HOOSIER GIRL….finds a treasure!
Ya know….sometimes a deal isn’t a deal.
I was just thinking that a big fern would look great on my new porch, but it’s kinda late in the season.
I’ve got plenty of other things to worry about and spend my money on with the new house.
As I walked our Golden Retriever, Winnie, this morning I came upon a great deal. Somebody had thrown away a HUGE fern in their trash can. I didn’t want to carry it on the whole walk around the park, so I thought about how I was going to quickly retrieve it from the can, smack down the lid, and head for home before anyone saw my tackiness!
I saw a friend along the way and told her of my good fortune. “Go for it!” she said; encouraging me that a little late season recycling was a good thing.
Armed with a new courage and a “lucky day” attitude, I headed for the treasure chest disguised as a trash can. Open lid, retrieve fern, shut lid quickly, and head for home as if I always walk the dog while carrying a gigantic fern. Yes! I did it!
Smiling at my luck, swinging my new fern, I took about 12 steps. WAM! Something got me. I looked down at my leg on the fern side and saw a swarm of bees attacking me. Dropping my fern, the swat dance commenced in full force! Get ’em! Get ’em! Get ’em!
Too late – they got me. Wow, bee stings hurt right away, don’t they? Limping and swatting all the way home, I was crestfallen at the turn of events. No free fern, and now, in addition to the poison ivy I had picked up while weeding last week, I now had a good 4-6 bee stings around my thigh.
Just let me tell you that you should NOT google what to do for a bee sting. (that was Mr. W’s advice) It says to rub it with a Plantain leaf. Where am I gonna get one of those? This isn’t Jamaica!
Two more bees flew out of my drawers and around the bedroom when I got home, the warm shower water made it really hurt, and the Benadryl made me drowsy. Other than that it’s been a pretty good day. But TGIF!