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A Weed Is Just Another Name for…

Ruth Goodwin and Edie Wolfe are the best of friends.
Queen Ann's Lace for web
Under most circumstances, you can be sure that one of them thinks, the other does as well.

About cooking, child raising, Carding politics, quilting, dogs…the important things in life.

But there is one subject on which they seldom agree.

Gardening.

Ruth, you see, is a woman born to believe that the botanical denizens in her yard are there to be controlled. In high summer, you’ll see her in the yard plucking weeds out of the ground before the sun has completely cleared the horizon.
To Ruth, items not planted or planned by her are weeds—no matter how low-care they are.

Edie is far more relaxed.

To her, violets are a welcome spring present. Ferns add an airy quality to her primroses and bachelor buttons.

And Queen Ann’s Lace should be part of every summer garden.

“After all,” she reminds the apoplectic Ruth whenever she sees this white princess growing among Edie’s bee balm, “a weed in the garden is called a perennial. And where else can I find something so pretty that takes care of itself.”

Letting Sleeping Dogs Lie

Edie Wolfe just got back from a morning walk with her dog, Nearly.
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She gets asked about his name all the time, and this morning was no exception when a Joey (tourist) stopped her just outside the Crow Town Bakery when she called Nearly’s name.

“Well, my last name is Wolfe,” she explained. “So my little friend is Nearly Wolfe.”

Blank look.

“You know, all dogs are descended from wolves so they are all ‘nearly wolves,'” she said.

A small spark of comprehension glimmered in the eyes of her listener.

“And it’s also my homage to one of my favorite series of detective novels, Nero Wolfe,” she said.

“Oh, I saw that show on YouTube,” the man said, now thoroughly satisfied. “Now I see.”

And he walked off.

The dog looked up at the woman at the opposite end of his leash. Edie shook her head. “I doubt that,” she said and they walked on to the post office to pick up the day’s mail.