Little Demons

There I was, in the car on the way to Walmart, because I've decided to go do my shopping on Saturday mornings when I have them off.  It's a good time to go, as Walmart is practically deserted at this time.  Anyway, I was almost there -- getting off the highway at exit 206 for you local folks -- when I remembered.  "Dang it!  I forgot to eat breakfast again!"  

I seem to do this quite often, forget to eat breakfast, but only on my days off.  On work days, I eat when I'm getting ready, but when I have the day off, I don't eat until I actually get hungry.  Normally, it's not a problem, but you know what they say:  never go shopping when you're hungry.  Because you tend to buy a  bunch of stuff you don't need and isn't really that good for you anyway.  

I was almost good.  I only bought this:

I'd been eyeing them for a while, but they're nearly $6, so I wasn't going to buy one.  Today, I gave in.  Hmmm, I wonder how well they freeze?  I think I'll try it.  I'll slice it up and wrap and freeze the individual slices. 

Then, as I was pulling into the Walmart parking lot, I said to myself, "I have GOT to get that front flower bed dug up and those bluebonnet seeds planted."  It's been on the list for a while, but I keep getting busy and forgetting to do it.  Funny thing, I pulled out my phone to open my shopping list, and there it was-- the reminder I'd put into my phone to get them planted.  

As soon as I got home and got the groceries put up, I ate a bite of breakfast -- well, brunch at this point -- and did just that. First thing was to get the roto tiller out and break it all up a bit. 

Then I put my fake stone garden edging back out, because I'd taken it up when I thought the landscammer was a landscaper and had told him to level my front yard and fill in the low spots.  Which he didn't do.

Then I added a bit of potting soil and mixed that in, and finally got the seed packets out of the freezer and scattered them into the bed.  A good watering, and now we wait...

My sharp eyed readers may have noticed that Mr. Mater was not in his accustomed spot on the porch, and that's because I decided it was time for him to go to that great compost pile in the sky.  He was still alive, but wasn't producing tomatoes any more, and you know what Jesus said about plants that don't produce fruit.   

Farewell, Mr. Mater, and thank you for all of the sammiches.  It won't be much longer before the sweet banana and basil plants join him.  

Once he was gone, I sifted the potting soil from his bucket back into my big bin of dirt, and it was full of fire ants. Between those and the ones I kept getting into while I was prepping the bluebonnet bed, I was totally eaten up and by that time, I was ready to soak my entire yard in gasoline and burn them all to the ground.  

I didn't, of course, because that would be silly.  And dangerous.  But boy did I want to.  Instead, I put a good sprinkling of my diatomaceous earth on top of them, 

and that sent their little demonic selves back to Hell from whence they came.  

I'm not a fan of fire ants.  Can you tell?

Naturally, the first thing I did after taking some allergy meds, was to get on Amazon and order some rubber boots.  Knock off Crocs do not protect your feet from those little monsters, and I don't necessarily want to put on my work boots to work in the yard.  I keep saying I'm going to buy some locally, but I usually remember after I've left the store.  

On a similar note, we didn't get any rain out of yesterday's storms.  It all went south of where I live.  Oh, well, our next chance of rain is Wednesday.   Maybe we'll get some then.  

For now, I have to get off of here, because it's time for football. 

Laters.