A Calla Lily by Any Other Name...

...would be "a target for a light saber". I usually don't complain about what the man and the boy do. After all, I'm out numbered here. Wilson and his father have assembled quite the arsenal of toy light sabers. Those of you who have not been exposed to hours and hours of Star Wars know not of what I speak. You are the lucky ones.

It's not that I hate light sabers. It's not that I hate Star Wars even. I did some fencing (with a sword called a foil, not chain length fencing) in college and I appreciate the art. I even appreciate the mythology and the culture impact of Star Wars. My main complaint is that if a grown man and his son want to swordfight with their toys, it should be done in the back yard. Not out front. I don't want the neighbors to talk. Although, some of them still have Christmas decorations up and it is now May so I don't know who I'm worried about on this street talking. Apparently they couldn't fight in the back yard - as Wilson put it "There's dog pooh out there." He had a point.

While the man and the boy were assembling an arsenal of light sabers, I was cultivating and growning calla lilies. I planted the bulbs. I kept them from freezing. I have nurtured and cared for these flowers and the Jedis in this house went out in the front yard and the boy used my lilies for sword practice. They really were quite beautiful. Before. So I won't be winning the Neighborhood Association's Yard of the Month Award. On the other hand, if Light Saber fighting becomes an Olympic Sport, Wilson could win the gold.