END OF SUMMER . . . . ALREADY?

Good morning everyone.

I find it hard to believe that we are at the end of summer already and I have not had a chance to write since my last post about my appendix. I have been trying to figure out a way to get back to blogging, but it is like pounding my head against the wall – all it causes is a headache.

Even just now as I was typing the first two lines above, I got called away from my desk.

This summer has flown by with all that is happening.

My garden looks like a jungle of weeds due to the demanding job of babysitting and my month-long recuperation. Even now I have some residual pain that comes from bending and stooping and lifting, making it very uncomfortable to be out tending my plants.

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The weather has bounced from one extreme to the other – from unbearably hot and humid (anything over 70 ° is hot to me and it has been in the 80s and low 90s for much of the summer) to what has seemed like never-ending rain. I would like nothing better than to jump into November, but I will not go there for the sake of all of you people that do not like the cold and snow.
Bill has been busy mowing lawns and working on some building projects:

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We discovered mold in the back corner of our pantry because it is directly above the dryer vent in the basement and we had to rip out everything to clean with Clorox and then repaint with mold resistant paint. We got it all done and it looked pretty good until it was invaded by tiny black bugs in the dry goods.

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We had to throw out numerous bags of flour, spaghetti, macaroni, oatmeal, pancake mix and baking mixes. Then before we could re-stock, we had to go and invest in some airtight containers.

New air-tight containers.

New air-tight containers.

The red-topped malted milk containers were from when my dad was a baby.

The red-topped malted milk containers were from when my dad was a baby.

I have not decided what to do with my old tins, as I have had them for many years and love them; but I do not trust them now to keep out the bugs.

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Blessings for your day.

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2013

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GARDENING PROJECTS 3

Bill’s dad made the swinging girl.

Front of the House

Birdbaths

My attempt at a homemade mud puddle – intended for butterflies, but they don’t like it.

Path to lawn

Wheelbarrow

Anyone know what this is?  It came up all by itself and grew like crazy.  It is crowding out the marigolds and petunias, but I don’t want to pull it out.  It has tiny yellow flowers, but they do not open for very long and I can’t get a picture of them.  There are 6 of them that have come up around the house.

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2012