|Skeeter welt onmy chest last year|
Then again, I hear my heritage, I come from a family of workers, not whiners. My late Aunt Jinx always said, " never complain about doing good hard physical work, it means you are strong enough to handle it. Others cannot, sometimes they are sick, feeble, old or even lazy. Be glad you are not like them." So I bend, stoop, and the range of motions working outside, doing everything I can.
|Some more of the back near mighty maple|
|Along one side of our home|
Yesterday evening I made the mistake of going out to the front rose garden at dusk, despite Jerry's adamant warnings to me about how bugs are more active then. But I was excited because in the morning I'd harvested 6 cherry bomb tomatoes, first of the season, and I didn't want to miss any. We enjoyed them,delicious and nutritious.
Not on this blog, but my FB knows about my experiment this year, I impulsively planted 2 tomatoes and 1 jalapeno pepper plant in the rose garden. These replaced the rose bushes that did not survive the winter. With Jerry's recovery keeping us home this summer I figured I could grow a couple favorites.
|Tomatoes amid the roses out front|
|Hundreds of little green marbles|
So I went back out for evening patrol. While there, I take along clippers to dead head and trim shrubs and flowers. Just about the time I finished, I felt a sensation on my lip and in the few moments it took me to go inside, my upper lip felt heated and almost like a cold sore had emerged. Only it was not! But in the mirror I saw a huge welts, bluster on the middle of my lip, and within seconds it swelled.
|My anti sting bite swabs|
|Leary on the deck this morning|
|The morning after, residual swelling|
Writing from my tablet sitting in the 4 season room,