Thursday, May 12, 2016
May 11, 2016
War with bamboo which–having skipped last year– is opening aggressions by sending purplish spears up through the lawn, at some distance from the extant patch. I chop the speartips off with a spade and pour Round-up on the open wound, hoping to discourage it.
Will send me checks for 1200 a month, when the final agreement was something like 1231 a month, which was the only way the realtor could figure to pay it all off in the allotted time. I shrug and let it be.
Watched a pair of thrushes forage in my garden.