So, it’s spring in Texas…which means it’s a 1000 degrees in the shade, and bugs the size of small import cars are buzzing about. What to do, what to do? Why, dig up huge parts of the yard and start painting 2 acres of fence, of course. Painting that much wrought iron fence…lots more work than you’d think. Lots. Also, rustoleum paint does not come off the hands easily. I look like I’ve been a mechanic for 20 years, with the ground in black hands. I should go buy parts for my car now, I’d have street cred. In all seriousness, I’m gonna go buy spray paint, or rent a sprayer or something, trying to do this by hand is insane. And apparently my Twain skills aren’t up to par, as I wasn’t able to pull a Tom Sawyer on any of the neighborhood kids. Heh.
And, while clearing stuff out of the flower beds, apparently I found poison ivy, or oak, or sumac, or something else that has made me break out in giant, and I mean giant, welts all over my hands and arms…so, I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
On the upside, my trumpet vines have hundreds of blooms, and the hummingbirds and bees are enjoying them. The honeysuckle is growing like gangbusters, the rose is doing very well, and the first of my irises has bloomed. So…Yay!
In energy notes, my two favorite old ladies have had a bad spell. Great Aunt Viviann had a fall and put a hairline fracture all the way up her thigh bone, and her sister, GreatGrandmother Margaret, hearing that Viv was in the hospital, had a bit of a start, and collapsed, with everyone assumed was a heart attack, but turned out to be mostly ok. Both ladies are in their late 80’s, and are just the best examples of what good strong Southern women should be, and I just love them so much. So, if you find yourself with a little extra energy, feel free to send it around to Viv and Margaret, who I”m sure would be grateful. (For the record, I offered to go down and help take care of them, to which both responded “Girl, do I look weak to you?” I do love those women, I do. )