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We had a rather uneventful Fourth of July. I went for a nice long solo grocery shop yesterday morning. While I enjoy Senor Onion's company, it can be nice not having to hand things to him so he feels useful. Nor is there the time limit on his particular length of patience at sitting in the cart. I enjoy a leisurely grocery shop. I like debating the merits of two products. I saw some Green & Black's ice cream. So tempting. Maybe next time. I like their chocolate.
I also had a pleasant drive home. I like taking this one particular scenic route filled with trees, views of a lake and attractive early 20th century bungalows.
Later on, I tended to the potatoes and a few other things in the garden and then helped my son plant nasturtiums and cosmos in a couple of pots. It will be a good project.
There were sausage rolls for lunch, naps for those that napped and then we grilled some lamb burgers, garlic chicken sausages and vegetables. The neighbors were beginning to blow up things. As neighbors are inclined toward doing on a Friday.
While Senor Onion was being put to bed I had a look at the garden.
Some bastard worms/cabbage moths had mowed through most of my lettuce in the space of a day. A DAY! I was not amused. I was picking worms off and flinging them toward the hills. Ick ick ick. I laid down some egg shells to ward off the stupid things. (apparently it appears like moths are already there and the territory is taken. No idea if this will work) And then I noticed some baby slugs on my peas. I wish I had some chickens. I would feed those bastards to the birds. Instead I threw them into the bushes and then laid down a line of ash around the peas. The slugs try to come back and they will face a world of pain. MY PEAS! NOT YOURS!
Once the garden was protected and Senor Onion agreed to pass out; we semi-civilized adults that we are decided to watch Flight of the Conchords, eat sorbet and drink prosecco. I suggest this as a form of living to everyone. No S'mores that night, but maybe tonight. I need graham crackers. I am out.
We watched some of the big fireworks from our bedroom and fell asleep to the sound of people blowing up much of the neighborhood. We were able to sleep until the dick with the thumping bass came through with his hip hop ice cream truck of doom at 2 am. I was too tired to call the police but when he comes through next time? I am calling the cops on him. This. is. bullshit. Not even the good kind.
This morning all Jenners managed to sort of sleep in.
After breakfast I went to look at the garden some more. It becomes an obsession at times. The berries are turning pink! There are a couple of blossoms on the squash plants! The basil is coming out! And there were a couple more super icky worms on the lettuce.
*shudders*
I will have to pull out the dead bits of lettuce and see what I can do to fix things. Time to call my Mother the Master Gardener and get some advice.
I need to clean my kitchen.
It is a mess. I need to make ice cream. I also have a dessert to make for my brother Mike's birthday next week. Planning is required!
I also had a pleasant drive home. I like taking this one particular scenic route filled with trees, views of a lake and attractive early 20th century bungalows.
Later on, I tended to the potatoes and a few other things in the garden and then helped my son plant nasturtiums and cosmos in a couple of pots. It will be a good project.
There were sausage rolls for lunch, naps for those that napped and then we grilled some lamb burgers, garlic chicken sausages and vegetables. The neighbors were beginning to blow up things. As neighbors are inclined toward doing on a Friday.
While Senor Onion was being put to bed I had a look at the garden.
Some bastard worms/cabbage moths had mowed through most of my lettuce in the space of a day. A DAY! I was not amused. I was picking worms off and flinging them toward the hills. Ick ick ick. I laid down some egg shells to ward off the stupid things. (apparently it appears like moths are already there and the territory is taken. No idea if this will work) And then I noticed some baby slugs on my peas. I wish I had some chickens. I would feed those bastards to the birds. Instead I threw them into the bushes and then laid down a line of ash around the peas. The slugs try to come back and they will face a world of pain. MY PEAS! NOT YOURS!
Once the garden was protected and Senor Onion agreed to pass out; we semi-civilized adults that we are decided to watch Flight of the Conchords, eat sorbet and drink prosecco. I suggest this as a form of living to everyone. No S'mores that night, but maybe tonight. I need graham crackers. I am out.
We watched some of the big fireworks from our bedroom and fell asleep to the sound of people blowing up much of the neighborhood. We were able to sleep until the dick with the thumping bass came through with his hip hop ice cream truck of doom at 2 am. I was too tired to call the police but when he comes through next time? I am calling the cops on him. This. is. bullshit. Not even the good kind.
This morning all Jenners managed to sort of sleep in.
After breakfast I went to look at the garden some more. It becomes an obsession at times. The berries are turning pink! There are a couple of blossoms on the squash plants! The basil is coming out! And there were a couple more super icky worms on the lettuce.
*shudders*
I will have to pull out the dead bits of lettuce and see what I can do to fix things. Time to call my Mother the Master Gardener and get some advice.
I need to clean my kitchen.
It is a mess. I need to make ice cream. I also have a dessert to make for my brother Mike's birthday next week. Planning is required!
