The tent caterpillars have arrived in our yard.
One can kill many, but never all.
Last summer they didn’t do much damage, and I hope we’ll be so lucky this time around.
In moth form last year they clung by the hundreds to the giant doors of the Quonset, and I thought of making a big fire in the yard one night because moths will immolate themselves in flames, will they not?
This year I will build that fire, rain or shine or dark of night.
The last two days were spent watering the lawn whenever the hot sun wasn’t shining directly upon it. It’s as good as doing a rain dance, because this morning it’s windy and wet out there. I don’t mind a break from the heat. Not sure what I’ll do with the rest of the day. Took meat out to make a stew for my boy (not for me unless Joan makes it, apparently) and besides that I’ll get the laundry done and see where my nose takes me.
I expect Manful to be back in the house before long, as he won’t be able to do more seeding. Maybe we’ll jaunt off somewhere. The world is our oyster!