azurelunatic | High Prickers (childhood phrases)

For whatever reason, rosebushes made an early impression on me. These weren't the domesticated, tame sorts of roses with the huge thorns that fall off easily; these are the Alaskan rosebushes, with the millions of little needlelike prickers that stick in your skin. They're Alaska's answer to the cactus.

Whenever I saw rosebushes, for a while, I would announce, "High Prickers!" in my deepest, grandest voice.

I was reminded of that when Mama and FatherSir told me about FatherSir's little adventure the other day.

In disassembling the shed that had been for

swallowtayle's horse Nefi before she and the Nef both moved out, FatherSir wound up getting knocked off the ladder by a piece of swinging plywood. He rolled through High Prickers, and bashed his forehead into a stump. He's all right, although a little dinged up, and his glasses have been found.