Today was the first dry one after a week of rain, and I’ve been stomping on gypsy moths this afternoon.
Got back from a walk at the beach when my neighbor noticed large, moving, blackish patches on several oak trees. It was legions of gypsy moths.
Grandsons
The little boys were here two nights ago and most of yesterday, but the high point of their visit came at the very end, when I drove them around their neighborhood in the truck.
This was a consolatory gesture, since it was impossible to do any outdoor activity because of the rain, and we got the animal shelter too late for the visit I’d promised. Besides, I figured it was equivalent to a hay ride, without the hay, and that used to be permitted before the Association had to cancel for lack of funds.
Gardener’s Diary
Some gardener.
I’ve been trying to figure out why a slew of “morning glories” have been flourishing wildly in one flower box and not the other.
It’s because they are NASTURTIUMS, duuuuhhh.
Wedgie
Like allergy season or termites, the Right Wing’s favorite wedge issue, gay marriage, returns this week, infesting the airways with the usual rot about foundations and civilization and the family, et al.
Annoying
The notion of management sagacity has come up twice in the last 48 hours, maybe because sanctimony is in season, it being the traditional graduation month and all.
Gardener’s Diary
Rain, finally.
It’s been foggy the latter part of the week, but we only got about 1/4 inch as of yesterday afternoon, earlier weather systems having missed us entirely.
Doomed to Failure?
After a certain number of years in business, one gets better at recognizing when a promising gig becomes an exercise in futility, a set-up for failure.
That’s The Word
From CNN:
According to NimbleCat’s latest figures, the top 10 metropolitan areas for new tech jobs are: Los Angeles, Washington, D.C., Chicago, Boston, New York, Seattle, San Francisco, San Jose, Dallas, and Atlanta.
Memorial Day Weekend
It was predicted to be a loser, but the weather so far as been good this unofficial start of the summer.
Memorial day brings garden pests and the start of bitching season, a high-pitched whine ending around Labor Day about the “hordes” of tourists, most of whom, truth be told, are a good deal nicer than the natives.
Gardener’s Diary
Plant sales start in earnest today, there are probably half a dozen at various locations, including across the street.
I did a survey of the gardens this morning and found only a couple of empty spots, so it’ll be worth it to check out what the Master Gardners have to offer.