I've been away from the computer for a while (this is a busy season) but, now that things have calmed down, here's an update.
Our gardens had a late start this year as most of June was wet and cool. Summer caught up with a vengeance, though, in July and August with blazing heat and a plague of grasshoppers.
We faced this pestilence last year and all of our research advised to spray early. Kill the babies, it said, before they can mature. Well, we took that advice to heart and John sprayed early and often. What we ended up with was a slew of dead grasshoppers, swarms of yellow jackets eating the dead grasshoppers and yet thousands more live grasshoppers cutting through the air in waves.
To add insult to injury, these fuckers fly around slapping you right in the face you as you walk through the yard. They truly are a plague.
In August, John took a trip to visit family, so I was here alone fighting the good fight. Coincidentally, it was the hottest wee…
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