Sweet Day
This is a day that would bare repeating. But the forecast is for more July heat and temps.
I checked the cicada wasps out this forenoon. Though their holes are plugged with mothballs, I observed them feasting on the yellow lilies’ stamens. Hmm. Perhaps when the blooms are spent and no longer offer goodies, maybe the wasps will disappear. Just the smell and fumes of the mothballs should render the eggs of the wasps infertile.
In the first part of June as I was transplanting Hosta from the east portion of the acre, I noticed wasps on the Hackberry tree where a limb had broken off. There was a huge swarm. Neighbor Jan came over and she had an app to take a photo of them and then find out what they were. They were elongated and had transparent iridescent wings. Those wasps were Ichneumonid wasps that parasitized horntails in decaying wood. Who knew?
I tell you . . . there is plenty that keeps me from being outside. When I am outside, I keep an eye out for icky, yucky bugs.
Snuggles and I did get a bit of clover pulled up around some of the Hosta. The clover had made wreaths around the Hosta. I chose several Hosta to get done and then . . . the black flies were biting. Of course I did get a few catnip sprigs crimped for the kitties. I then headed inside.
Within our small home we have no carpeting. The Swiffer dry mop does the trick for lint, etc. Dennis is my major dishwasher and the drip line from the kitchen counters to the floor was evident that I needed to tidy up the floor. With the skylight that Kevin put into our kitchen ceiling in times past, nothing gets passed what my eye can spy. I plunked the two lightweight kitchen rugs into the washing machine and proceeded to use the Swiffer floor wet wipes on the bathroom and kitchen floors. They do have a nice aroma.
With the weeding and the mopping, I am calling it for “local effort.” The studio is tempting. The next step in the scrappy quilt is securing all three layers. My hands and arms are not up for the barrage of safety pins needed to get the job done today. There will be another day.
Tomorrow is not that day as the stitchers are finally getting together at Baker’s Square for lunch tomorrow. Summer schedules has taken its toll. Of course, Dennis has several requests while I will be out and about.
It is a truly wonderful weather day.