Saturday, May 29, 2021

End of May

 

I am glad to see that the columbine have recovered from several years of saw fly attack.  The Willow told me to sprinkle coffee grounds on them to deter the flies.  I was sure this spring that I had lost most of them, but they surprised me, along with all the perennials that go from nothing to two feet seemingly overnight.

 

We need rain, in a bad way.  We didn't get much snow last winter and this spring has been dry.  I have several oaks taking a big blow from brown tailed moths.  They are invasive aliens that look like a tent caterpillar and have hairs that can give a burning itchy rash and lung irritation if inhaled.

 

I am recovering from peeling a strip off my right palm.  I snagged my foot on a down electric fence wire while carrying a five gallon bucket with a broken plastic spool on the handle. The weight of me on the hand holding the sharp piece as I went head first acted like a vegetable peeler and took a quarter inch wide three inch long chunk of skin out of my palm.  

 

UGH.  Tough time of year for a hand wound that requires wrapping, and makes holding anything in the dominant hand painful.

 

Lucky for me I had some large sterile gauze pads.  I have been tearing strips of fabric to wrap around my hand and wrist to keep the gauze in place.  It works terrific, since the three bandaids required would stay on a minute at best,  Although I did have some band aid brand ones that stuck so well the plastic had to be chipped  and pulled off which was extremely painful.  A good squeeze of neosporin on the gauze seems to help keep it from sticking, the wrap-an old jersey torn in strips has been the best.

 

Oh yeah, typing is painful too.  And I did it a week ago.  Grrrr. 

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Happy May

.  The red maples are blooming red, the sugar maple are blooming a white green.  Ash have an almost black flower. The bright yellow King Alfred daffs are blooming, the other narcissus are just coming on, as are the bleeding heart,

 

I have squashed a couple of tent caterpillar nests on the wild cherry trees.   

 

The grey squirrels rasied another brood in the eaves.  I caught the ready to leave the nest younglings hanging off the electric service and chewed them out in squirrel talk.  One is very bold, hanging out to just look at me.  (I speak grey squirrel with a southern accent)

 Willow is coming home for a summer break, and she is not too keen on squirrels living in the roof.  But I have always had a soft spot for them, and am glad the population has rebounded and they are losing their fear.  The fact that the neighbors son who liked to shoot at anything that moved is not around has made a difference, as well.

 Happy May