seems to be something I'm not doing very well lately. I did, finally in the month of June, change the top bed cover to something lighter.
I've almost finished with painting the outside of the house. The paper wasps have delayed me. I painted one as it emerged from a crack between wood and rock at the top of the chimney. It fell but another followed it. I decided to stop painting until I get wasp spray. I'm allergic or I would just try and work around them.
Between the rains and up and down the ladder, I've weeded and picked up limbs and moved rocks from the water garden so I could fit the ladder next to the house. I've become braver and more trusting of my ladder placement judgement. I have very few spots left to paint, just the trim. Almost done!!! The high spots will be done from the tractor bucket. All with a two inch brush, too. I'm kinda proud of my work.
The old doe with a fawn thinks the garden is hers. She likes the bean tops and the lettuce best. The dogs were keeping her out but she convinced them to stay away the day they sniffed out her fawn. The deer gave them a good stomping. No one was harmed but the dogs let her graze in the garden now.
I've mentioned Pit Vipers or poisonous snakes have a smell. Well, let me tell you something (the way Mom always started a wild story) I've been smelling something strange in our tool closet. Told Hubby we either had a Copperhead or a skunk under the floor. He said, Naw, the dogs would have gotten either. They did one day...tore up jack shit as some would say. I couldn't tell what was going on. Had to take a piece of siding off to see under the floor. There it was...a monster of a Cottonmouth snake. The dogs did good. Sad part is I think it got one of my Koi....and to think I've been moving those rocks, digging around, standing barefooted, never having my mind on a poisonous WATER snake. Well, I'm thinking and watching now!
At night when I sit with ice packs on aching muscles and joints I try to read. My latest book was A Parchment of Leaves by Silas House. I would like to share a line that struck a chord with me "That's all anybody can ask for, if you think about it-to have somebody love you and depend on you and take care of you when you're sick, and mourn over your casket when you die."
So, just like a letter from home, I've caught up through the times I've failed to post.
Happy Father's Day and may the rest of June be wonderful to you.