Both my children have set dates for weddings in the coming year. My tummy already hurts.
I wish it were just a summer problem. However, in my gentle husband’s “lower 40” (front, back and side yards) bugs, both flying and crawling, happily make their home.
Well, I may well be grappling with gangrene by the time you read this, as I just broke the first rule of having your hand wrapped in a big, annoying cast-bandage thingy. I got it a little bit wet.
Jean Gillette has a cast on her arm. Details to come. For now, one from the archives.
I have such fond memories of summer. It meant long, lazy days to read fat books, enjoy carefree beach time and homemade ice cream.
Summer Solstice is near and I can’t ignore my yard any longer with a clear conscience.