(Today's photos don't have a thing to do with the word content... it just didn't feel like a blog without pictures)
I bet some of you think I'm a little grey-haired old lady who never says a bad word. But then, some of you have known me for many years and know that's just not so. (just what part of that isn't so I'll leave to you) My Dad had an amazing repertoire of swear words and being the lover of words... any words... that I was, even at an early age, I learned to string together a whole bunch of colorful words. (There's more to this story, but that can wait until later).....
Anyway, the point is.... this week I've revived much of that dormant vocabulary (Bill might contest this "dormant" statement) and I've been swearing profusely at the smallest critters.
Bill... heading to the gravel pit with the excavator.
But, darn it (see, I CAN clean it up), those little blood suckers are driving me nuts. In 1996 I had a health problem which prohibited me from donating blood again. Really upset me (another nice word for what I usually say), as I was 1 donation away from 8 gallons. But I sure wouldn't want anyone to get some tainted blood. Well.... until now. If any of these black flies and mosquitoes kick off because they ingested my blood... Yahoo! I can only hope.
Darned Groundhog! I think it travels through the culvert to scrounge around underneath the nearby bird feeders.
I don't know why these guys are bothering (nice word) me so much this year. I have welts all over my head... I don't even bother to wear my hearing aids... who wants to hear that buzzz buzzz buzzz anyway? Honest... I wear lots of clothes. Jeans, wool socks that I knit myself, so I know they are nearly knee socks... I wear long sleeve shirts.... usually wear a hat... sometimes a veil. BUT... I have itchy bites all around my head, my neck, my collar bone... some on my back... on my ankles, and even have one on my butt... which I swear, hasn't been exposed to the weather.
Ruby-throated hummingbird... perched on the windshield wiper of the rig... waiting for someone to stop at HIS feeder so he can attack.
Bill and I were sitting here today in our rig for lunch... I'll bet between the two of use we smacked dead over 2 dozen mosquitoes. How the heck did they get in here? I did have on a black long sleeve T-shirt... did they all hide out on it and come in the rig with me? (I've heard that they are attracted to black) Heck, I don't know... Later, Bill went back to work and I spent an hour or so here... must have killed a couple other dozen. Don't know how many I tried to get but missed.
And just now, at 7:45 pm.... I'm still smacking at those dog-gone (another nice word) insects.
WhoooHoooo! Our first tomato!
It may be about the size of a pea now, but I already have visions of juicy, red tomatoes right from the vine!
Hey, it just now started raining... maybe those dreaded little flying demons will drown....
That's All for Today!
P.S. I love you Daddy.... even though you'd be 117 years old now, your influence lives on.
P.P.S. I love you
even though you harbor some nasty critters, you're worth every bite,
sting or itch I receive while here.