Either way, the kids were at story hour and the weather had finally abated. I went over with a weed tool and trowel and went to work. I also brought along my carpenter’s knee pads to get down and dirty, or at least down, but not dirty. I managed to weed about half the plot, and felt good about that. At the trustee meeting, SG commented that she saw I had finally gotten some of the weeds cleared. Vindication is a beautiful thing.
One funny that happened was while I was weeding, I was attacked by ants. I must have disrupted their nest, and since I was on my hands and knees, they had easy access to my flesh, and proceeded to bite me. I felt a stinging sensation on my legs and looked down and saw the assault. It was a little unnerving, though you have to give them credit. When faced with an ominous adversary who is thousands of times bigger, they don’t back down.
I had to take off my knee pads and clean myself off, and continued to work in a squat position rather than on my knees, which was a lot harder on my back, but what are you going to do? This is the price you pay when you want fresh tomatoes.
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Chiot's Run for the pic.