A Saturday
Mid afternoon and these two old timers are calling it a day.
I headed out early for the final weeding on the far east Hosta bed. Yesterday and today as I had pulled weeds, they had always been piled up facing in one direction. When I finished today, the wide plastic rake worked great to roll the bale of greenery onto it. I pulled it to the burning ring and slid the bale off. It will take some time before it’s dry enough to burn. Wouldn’t you know it . . . Snuggles followed behind trying to snag some of the greenery off of the rake.
A clippers were need to cut off the volunteer trees. Surprisingly how fast those roots put down . . . as if they could stay forever. On the last trip, the little sprayer with strong Roundup solution gave the entire ground surface a spray. I stayed away from the plume grass but there may be a Hosta or two that will suffer. I have offered these plants to many and if you snooze, you loose. Dennis said as long as that area can look tidy, he has no problems steering clear of them with the mower. If worse comes to worse, I assured him there were no rocks to be leery of.
During all the time my hinny was stuck up in the air working with unwanted greenery, Dennis was washing off the house with his soap suds in the attachment to the garden hose. I must say it now looks wonderful. Over time when we had a piddle of rain, it would be followed by strong winds bringing field dirt into town. You could dip your finger into water and write your name on the dirty white siding. Garden hoses on both the north and south sides of the house have been coiled up and Dennis is going to do as I am . . . calling it a day.
Dennis and I are proud of our little home and take the extra measure to keep it looking that way.