Gardening and the Bugs

Today was a hot day, and it was warm even this morning. I went to asleep early, around ten or so, and slept until nine, despite waking up when it was still dark.

I wasn’t very ambitious today, although I planted some beans and did more work on the garden. I have the plots outlined with wood tilted to stay dry, and we’ll see if that prevents the slugs from getting in. In the greenhouse, my lettuce is coming up, which is nice to see. Maybe soon I will be eating lettuce on my sandwiches. The blackflies are getting annoying now, and I even spent some time in a bug hat.

While I was taking a break from the bugs and heat, for it was twenty-nine today, I was listening to an automotive call-in show and head someone I used to hang out with. That was funny, and normally I would call her when I got to town, but her pretentiousness has gotten unendurable and it is a sin the way she forces neuroses on her kid. It was strange to hear her on the radio though.

I did a stroll about to look at my plants and they are all doing well except for the white oak that was chewed down by rabbits this winter. Hopefully it makes a comeback, but I am not holding my breath.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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