My husband and I are insane. It’s 92 degrees, strong sun, heat index of 101 so far. And what have we been doing? Mowing and weed whacking! I KNOW!
I did take a sweatband and hat to my husband as he rolled by on the mower. (He said he had leveled the new blades and wanted to see how he did). Since he was mowing, I felt I HAD to be doing something to help, so I got out the weed whacker and the bug spray.
I handled a couple of new ant hills. We have these little tiny black fire ants this year for the first time. They’re ferocious, mean-tempered, and don’t want to share even if it IS supposedly your land, planter, or garden. I found out the hard way that I seem to be allergic to them. I don’t do anything really dramatic, but I DO blow up like a toad and the bites take forever to go down, quit hurting and itching, and finally go away. I hosed them down, smiling as chaos ensued in the ant hill. :0)
I weed whacked all around the front, all around the back, and MOST of the side before pooping out. I changed the battery on the wireless weed whacker without help, PLUS was able to pull out another length of the cord when needed, also by myself. :0)
Now we’re wringing wet, pooped, and drinking water like mad, getting ready to take a break for lunch.
I’m not sure if I’ll do another session today or not, but I feel that we made good progress today on something that is NEVER completely done.
