Yesterday I worked in the yard for a few hours helping DH load up some junk for the dump, and I finished up with cleaning the front porch steps. They need to be cleaned several times a year with bleach water to get the greenish moss off them. When it rains, those steps are slippery but not so much when cleaned regularly. I also started potting the two Crimson Mandevilla to hang on the side yard white fence. I had planned to spray the front bed with roundup as soon as all the dew was dried on the weeds and grass just before noon or so .
But................................Around noon I received a call from DH's Mom asking me to go to Parkridge Hospital in Chatt. to pick up her husband, Tom. He had a pacemaker put in this week and needed a ride home. It took me until around 4:30 that evening to get everything done (prescriptions & groceries picked up for them etc). By the time I got home, I was "done in".
I have been trying to get the front bed sprayed with round up for two weeks now and have had rain showers everyday, some very heavy. I am distressed that the bermuda grass is getting larger and tougher with each day of heat and rain. Hopefully tomorrow I can get it sprayed. That is the lowest percentage of chance of rain we have had recently. It has come a couple of showers off and on today as well. Seems every time I head out with the spayer, the dark clouds gather. This roundup stuff is so expensive, I have no plans to use it unless I know we will have most of the day without rain.
Late this evening, I decided to do my weekly week whacking in the veggie garden and found my first squash. There were actually two but decided to leave the other one on the plant until tomorrow evening when I cook dinner.......that will give it a day to grow just a slight bit more. The one I pulled was a really good sized one that somehow I had overlooked............it is still tender but had DH not noticed it and told me about it today, it could have gotten tough before I noticed it. Amazing how fast squash plants produce. These have not been in the ground long and to have been grown from seed, they are doing really well.
Reading on GardenWeb this evening about favorite garden related quotes, I remembered and posted a reply about something my Mother told me when I was a little girl. Even now when I smell a rose with dew drops all over it, I feel warm and fuzzy remembering that day, what she said to me and how loved she made me feel. Thank you, Mother!
"Seeds are given by God to eventually bless us with joy. You were once as a seed and now you are someone's joy!"
This is one of my first memories with my Mom out among her flowers, while holding a dewy rose under my nose to smell and hugging me close, she told me this.
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