Things, everything, is starting to bloom in earnest this week. Last night the Peepers in the creek were really singing. And today is supposed to have the high temp of 87. Really? And it's dry, getting dusty.
On Monday the sprayer machine showed up to do the industrial-strength RoundUp treatment. I don't really notice the 'burn' that occurred across the road in the bean field, I want what they got.
Also on Monday he blew up a couple recurring groundhog holes. Max and April assisted. One of the holes was so fresh the dust hadn't settled just yet, and it was the site of a previous encampment. I could see how well my grass seed was doing from last year. Darn it.
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