As a lover of grass (turfgrass that is), I have thoroughly enjoyed my fescue lawn this spring and early summer. The ample winter and spring rains had my fescue lawn and many others looking as good as ever. Other than battling some clover, its been a great year for fescue.
Often, I find myself thinking of the wisdom of my daddy. His observations and experiences continue to guide me daily, 11 years after his departure from what he sometimes called, "this ol' vale of tears and sorrow."
Those tiny vegetable transplants and seeds you planted early this spring should now be coming on strong. Soon they'll be burdened with a bounty of fresh produce. Don't jeopardize the fruits of your garden labor. Trellis those vegetables before it's too late.
You know, it's beginning to occur to me that I'm not sensitive enough. This is quite a revelation since I spent a goodly amount of my life being told that I was too sensitive. As a child, Mama said I got my feelings hurt too easily and I needed to snap out of it.