Hump Day
After today, whatever weeds and clover did not get whacked out with my hoe and rake will get a bit of a spritz with Roundup. I do know that Roundup is taken in at the surface and travels to the root. Caution is needed. I will not be encouraging Dennis to use it.
Dennis has all he can do to keep the wasp nests at bay. The favorite place for them to begin nests is in the shelter of our patio umbrella. I thought it was just our yard. Not! I happened to look out of our east bathroom window and took in quite the dance. Two doors south of us, Mong had spray can in hand and was trying to take the wasps out while they were in flight. I watched long enough to see him knock down three nests from the eaves of his storage sheds. The flying wasps were not happy.
When I came in the house this forenoon, Dennis volunteered to clean my garden shoes. What a fellow. Though the ground has gotten hard enough to make weed pulling difficult, thus the Roundup spray, the soil is still ready to stick to shoes big time
Stauffer Avenue is a gravel alley. It gets enough use that the city applies dust control. That happened on Monday. It is the messiest liquid stuff ever. For a week or so, Dennis will be using the car for errands. The pickup backs out onto Stauffer Avenue and the tires will then drag the liquid creosote into and onto the garage floor on the return trip. It will literally leave puddles on the floor. I won’t be using my walking crutches on Stauffer for awhile.
The studio and I were not in harmony today. The 1/4″ seam allowance was eluding me and could not to be attained consistently. Try, try again another day. I hear a book calling me from my bedroom porch.
Today is not only hump day, it is my day to dig out the alcohol wipes as Dennis just came in with wasp stings on his neck.