June 8, 2005 - The Adventures of Tornado Girl (Gardening)
June 8, 2005

Tornado Girl. She lives in a whirl of her own. The Funnel Femme Supreme.

TG finishes up the final touches on the hedge trimming and screeches to a halt. She removes her grass green garden gloves and tosses them and her gold, gleaming sheers into a straw basket. “Whew.” She surveys all before her – ligustrum privet hedges, six feet high, trimmed to perfectly symmetrical small trees shaped like twisters - very neatly. She crouches down with a paper bag and rotates in her green stockings at knee level so ever-increasingly quick that Mr. Osawa across the street cannot even see anything but a whirl of leaves and a touch of pink and green. He rubs his eyes.

TG holds the small, loose branches and leaves against her pink smock and smiles. “Mr. Osawa,” she calls. “Your bonsai garden is fab!” He smiles with a slight bow and rubs his eyes again. “How you cut shrub?” he calls out. TG holds up the sheers from the basket. “These old things need sharpening.” Mr. Osawa looks confused. “But you cut… so fast.” “I know!” TG throws back.

Ciao!

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