When we meet up with friends, they eventually ask about the Mama. They've come to expect a doozy of a response about the tiny, not-so-frail 90ish gardener. For example, one time I replied:
We were gone 90 minutes to do errands. Only 90 minutes. Do you know what she did while we were away? She whacked off the tops of the banana plants. With her machete.Ba-dum-bump. Tishhhhhh.
And then there was the time I got to tell our friends this story.
We were gone most of the day. We came home to find that the Mama had pruned the apple tree next to the small shed.Ba-dum-bump. Tishhhhhh.
"Did you use the ladder?" I asked.
"Only my small one," she said. "You'll have to prune the top. I couldn't reach the branches."
I looked at the tree. I couldn't figure how she got the middle branches without climbing the taller ladder.
"How did you get those middle branches?"
"Oh," said the Mama. "I stood on the roof of the shed."