Tuesday, August 11, 2020

GOING TO BATTLE

This past Saturday was spent completing many chores and projects, but little did I know there was also going to be a main event.

 

Because I’m an early bird, I was up at sunrise getting things prepped for the day. By 7am, the truck was loaded with items that needed to be dropped off at several locations. The first stop was at the neighborhood bakery. This wasn’t on the official list of things to be done, but it was a necessity for me. At the 7:15am there was only one other person in line at the bakery…perfect! I bought more pastries than a “normal” person would, but now I was ready to get on with the chores. The rest of the morning chores went well thanks to the energy I gained from the morning’s purchase. A few hours later while on my way back home, I drove by the bakery which now had a line that was out the door! I slowed down and felt a certain amount of satisfaction as I crammed a custard-filled bismarck in my mouth.

 

Arriving home, I started the final chore for the day, which was to cut the shriveled-up flowers from the multitude of hosta’s in our yard. We have an abundance of hosta’s because they’re easy to care for and thrive in our tree shaded yard.

 

One of the hosta's with it's withering flowers


The heat and humidity of the day was quickly building, and just as I was about done working in the last section of hosta’s, BAM! DING, DING, DING - in this corner weighing in at 200 plus pounds wearing paint- stained, faded green cargo shorts and donning a sweat-soaked gray t-shirt…yours truly. And in the opposing corner weighing in at 0.5 grams wearing a yellow and black horizontal striped unitard…Bumble Bee! The referee hadn’t given the “begin fighting” command yet, when Bumble came out of nowhere with a vengeance! Before “yours truly” knew what was going on, Bumble was up close and personal, buzzing under my chin, directly in my face, and circling around my head. I tried to float like a butterfly, but tripped over a cluster of hosta’s. As I crashed to the ground, I wondered why I planted so many hosta’s. I quickly jumped up, swinging withered flowers frantically in a windmill pattern. Bumble charged at me one more time, but thankfully they don’t sting like a bee. I swung the manly flowers around once more, but Bumble, probably intimidated by the fierce glare from the sweat dripping from my face and crooked glasses, flew off to continue with his pollinating duties. Looking around, I realized there were still a few hosta’s with flourishing flowers on them. I decided to leave them for another day when I would be better prepared for battle.

 


2 Timothy 4:7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith;

 

Sidebar…

Here is a non-toxic weed killer that works very well. One gallon of vinegar, one cup of salt, and one tablespoon of liquid dish soap mixed into a pump sprayer. The left area of creeping Charlie in the picture was treated with this solution, and the right side was not.



Enjoy what your yard has to offer, even if you have to go to battle once in a while.

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