The Early Breeze
The early morning breeze was delightful. I had no care to look at the temperature or the level of humidity and the dew point. I was content to get my mowing done with the breeze to keep my sweat evaporating. Even with the hot weather the grasses have got the gumption to grow.
The breezes didn’t last long. As I was doing the trimming and getting the mower put away the black biting flies let me know they were hungry. Last week, neighbor Jan had shown me a fly bag she had bought at Runnings in New Ulm. It was a bag to hang up in the tree branches. There were instructions to fill water into the bag, just enough to cover the crystals in the bottom of the bag. There was an opening on the top much like what is on top of a bottle of water to allow the flies to enter. She thought the solution had a weird smell . . . I didn’t notice that. After getting the yard work done, I went over to Jan’s to see what her opinion of the fly bag purchase was. As luck would have it, she had just hung up a new bag as the first one had done its job. With the size of the bag being about ten inches long, even with the solution in the bottom, she said it had gotten quite full of deceased flies. That may be on our list of needs. Biting black flies are worse than mosquitoes. At least mosquitoes can be swatted at with the end product being a dead mosquito. Flies just keep coming back for more feasting.
Dennis had gone to our Fleet and Farm store, of course not having anything similar to Jan’s take on fly control. He did come back with a packet of eight cartridges that are then hung up individually. As time goes by they slowly pull down out of the cartridge and allow a long tale of stickiness for flies to be attracted to. I honestly didn’t think they were on the market anymore. Dennis did say it was the last of those on the shelf. They may well have some age on them. Time will tell.
I peeked . . . Dennis’ job jar is empty for outside work. It doesn’t matter how warm the day is, we seem to get it done. Now . . . it may be my jar that gets a shaking. The potting shed is due for some tidy, tidy. Shovels and such that had spots to be hung up are now all leaning on the east wall in such a lax degree, it takes up one third of the floor space when the door is opened. Who knows what tomorrow may bring for me. Dennis is helping friend Dwayne out by taking him to Mankato for a doctor’s appointment. I think that is a good thing. Those two fellows have been life-long friends having gone to school together way back when. Dwayne was the fellow that had the International Tractor dealership here in town and helped Dennis with the Cub-L0-Boy. It’s for sure a good thing to help each.