Ah, summer. It has, finally, arrived. I am sitting on my front porch typing with warm southerly winds blowing my semi-dry hair about my head while wearing a light t-shirt with no bra. I set up my table and chairs today, the set that I bought so that Beak could stop by and visit. Sadly, I waited too long, and he died. Cancer. I'll keep the extra chair for his spirit to hang out with me.
The temperature officially broke 70 degrees today, and I was out doing yard work. Of course, because that's what I always do. I wanted to transplant some trees but instead I used up all of my energy on Vole-ville. What is Vole-ville, you ask. It is where the voles live, and it takes up about a third of my back yard. Adso and Medjet were out patrolling before I got started.
The first step in convincing the inhabitants of Vole-ville that the neighborhood wasn't conducive to a good life was to expose it, so I got out my lawnmower and scalped that yard. I filled up the bagger about 13 times, the grass was that thick already. One thing I have to say for the voles, they got rid of the awful grass that was taking over the part of the yard where they built their town hall. If for nothing else, for that they will be encouraged to move instead of eradicated. So out came the mower and down came the grass, exposing all of the holes and tunnels to view.
I bagged up all of the grass and dumped it in my neighbor's garden, he hasn't even begun to work it up for this year because of all the rain we've had. He's usually got about a dozen things planted by now.
Then began the ritual blood sacrifice in the form of Plantskydd. The label made me laugh, it's made from bovine or porcine blood, but they were very emphatic that it was not bloodmeal, and that no animal parts were used in the manufacture of this item. Except for the blood voluntarily given up by the cows and pigs to scare away the voles, etc., of course. It comes in a shaker bag to make the ritual scattering easier, and I had to do ritualistic pacing up and down the mower tracks to make sure the entire area was covered. This song was sent to guide me in the chant.
The best part about today, though? My visor. I've had this thing for over ten years, I wore out the purple one from the set before I started wearing this one, though. Last summer, I thought it was toast. All of those years of sweat and sunshine and laundering and the fabric on the top of the visor had rotted away. But I got an idea, nee, a brilliant idea, and I have given it new life! I replaced the fabric on the top with a piece of jersey, sewing it on was a bitch but I did it, and now I don't have to wear a velcro visor! Isn't it awesome. I might still have the purple one stashed somewhere, so I could fix it up and have two again. I can't find visors with the slide adjustment anymore so I'm left to rehabbing the ones I have. The third one in the package was white but I can't wear it, it doesn't shade because the glare comes up and bounces off of the bottom of the bill. Maybe I can now add a dark fabric, since I have the sewing thing figured out. More likely, though, I will just dye it.
Thus ends the first day of yard work for this season. Chairs were also scrubbed, and the front porch swept for the table. I have ordered an umbrella for it, too, so I can sit out here on weekend mornings. And I have a nice view with my neighbor's empty lot and his redbud tree.