Sori, 20 November 2021
I am at war!
I am Skanda
all rolled into one!
Armed with my trusty pruning shears (recently discovered gathering dust in a bag)
I am out on the hiking trails, attacking the brambles and other spiny weeds reaching out greedily for us as we pass
as well as the overhanging branches which bump into our heads.
I am Edward Scissorhands! Snip! Snip!! Snip!!!
Gone! Out of the way! Vanquished!
I lunge at yet another trailing bramble. Hasta la vista, bramble!
Meanwhile, my wife waits patiently at the next turn in the path, no doubt hoping that this new-found enthusiasm of mine for visiting death and destruction on passing vegetation will soon fade away.