(First emailed 17.01.2009)
“Do you know a song about houses made of ticky tacky?” my 15 year old Honourable Number Two son asked. “Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky..” I began singing, as my thoughts drifted back to the simpler, bygone 1960’s. Then I stopped and asked how he knew it. “It’s used in Weeds all the time,” he said, “and it’s been going around in my head.” He suggested that I do a post on Little Boxes and, as I headed up the stairs singing it, honourable 19 year old Number One Son called out “Have you been watching Weeds?”
“Do you know a song about houses made of ticky tacky?” my 15 year old Honourable Number Two son asked. “Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky..” I began singing, as my thoughts drifted back to the simpler, bygone 1960’s. Then I stopped and asked how he knew it. “It’s used in Weeds all the time,” he said, “and it’s been going around in my head.” He suggested that I do a post on Little Boxes and, as I headed up the stairs singing it, honourable 19 year old Number One Son called out “Have you been watching Weeds?”
Now I confess from the outset that the only acquaintance I have with weeds is that you pull them out of gardens, often getting told off by honourable wife because what looked like a weed turned out to be a valued plant. We therefore now have a division of labour in the garden where I am free to do anything except pruning or weeding, unless the weeding is pulling up the green bits between the pavers.
