I've been shucking dandelions from the lawn. Have you ever? You ort, game of kings old sport. Tremendously satisfying. On a par with lancing boils or plucking follicles. A sharp spade jabbed down one side loosens the sod. Get a purchase on the neck, a good throttle (it can take two hands). A slow firm tug on the shaft should encourage the whole horny root to slide out with a pop as fat as a parsnip. Between chukkers I slip on a cock-a-tail frock and a champagne flute. Clutching at a wide brimmed hat and dangling the straps of impossible sandals I stomp about my garden replacing divots.
Photo: Entrance to the Ambassador Hotel Mumbai