Growing up, my dad, in reference to any collective action (by “collective,” I mean, involving 6 or 7 of his children), would hearken the need for a “whirlwind.” A whirlwind, for example, to clean the van after a day at the beach, clean the dishes after a meal, or weed the back hedge. We always had the advantage of our sheer number. Even if someone “had to go to the bathroom” (this was a common excuse) after dinner, you could almost bet there would be 4-5 other people who couldn’t also disappear on duty.
Now, living as I do currently, “whirlwinds” aren’t quite so crowded. I have consistent “whirlwinds” of one. Haha. But, Saturday morning, to my delight and surprise, a landscape “whirlwind” appeared. My yard, the beds, surrounding my cottage, were filled. My dad and I have gone back and forth: sod, rocks, mulch, beds, and flowers. They must have heard my deliberations and decided to make the decision for me! My front yard, prior to Saturday morning, was a bed of dirt. But, no longer. So. Excited. And. Thankful. My pots look even better!
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