Chain Reaction
Hmm. When I sneeze my butt cheeks hurt. The rest of the story is quite simple. I have been working in my gardens. September 12th, and there are many spots that this is the first time this year they have gotten any attention. I cannot push or use a hoe. That pulls like crazy across the chest and up and down the incision from the heart surgery. I can however bend over. By the way . . . both are allowed by doctors to the degree that I can tolerate. Bending over I have been doing and stooping to a light degree works also. Dennis has helped by watering a small area at a time so the sand burrs and clover pulls easily. No . . . Dennis does not recognize a weed from a flower. Better my butt cheeks hurt than his butt getting chewed out. I fully intend to keeps the gardens I have and enjoying them from spring 2022 going forward.
If the three patio kitties could cry real tears, that would have been the case yesterday and this morning. It was time to pull up and thin out the catnip patch. It had gotten way out of hand this summer. It survived with very little rain. That allowed us to see the creeping weeds that needed spray. Dennis filled a small pump sprayer with a solution of Triaminic with water. We have had the spray for some time. A good sized patch is the test plot. If it shows wilting in a day or two, we can use up the rest of it before buying more . . . or something else. I did leave enough of the catnip that the kitties can still get their fix.
My joy in these days of becoming reacquainted with the yard is that I found three small evergreens no more than an inch tall. I have them staked out with hopes of getting something better to keep track of them. Dennis couldn’t see what I was talking about, but took my word for it. On the other end of the bed I found a three inch tall Japanese fern. This I will also note with an indicator. Japanese ferns are more desirable than the Ostrich ferns that can be found growing around the foundations of homes.
Before going into the house and calling it a day, I did run to the Dollar General for some fruit. Their prices are more reasonable for fruit than the grocery store and yet the labels are the same as to where they were shipped from.
When I got home Dennis was busy in the patio porch. He was rearranging his chairs. The explanation . . . having the traffic pattern change on his indoor/outdoor carpeting he put down earlier this year. I wanted to laugh, but not at the expense of my hurting butt cheeks.
Keeping older folks around . . . they are fun to observe. What? Who, . . . us?