Thursday, September 19, 2013
My friend thought he'd mow here for me, so I was out in the yard, shoveling down and tamping down the mole hills before he got here.
A large locust landed on my chest, and I screamed like a girl and jumped, landing with one foot on the shovel, and almost did myself some sort of mischief.
I didn't. No twisted foot or anything but locust ONE, woman zero.
Mole 1287, Me zero.
This country living is not for the weak.
I got some buckets, thinking I might pick up the pears in the yard prior mowing, but leaning down, I found most of them engaged with bees and large black ants, and some flying insects that looked pretty mean tempered to me.
I put the buckets away and noticed the air had cooled down. Gray sad clouds rolling in.
Okay maybe there will be no mowing today.
Mole 1288, Me zero by tomorrow morning.
I only smooth out the molehills before mowing times.
I figure 30 minutes a week is plenty of attention for that mole.