The rains have stopped momentarily, though the sky is gray and brooding, thinking about dumping another load. The best thing about days and days of rain is it’s a good time to weed. Yesterday, that’s what I did while the Big Guy messed with the flat tire on the Buick. The tire had this piece of rusted metal stuck in it, and we learned a valuable lesson. Don’t park the Buick behind the Smart Car. Ever. When the behemoth goes down, we need to Smart Car to ferry parts.
So, I weeded the front cactus gardens, which are beautiful…but cactus. I’ve been picking needles out of my skin ever since. I thought if I changed my clothes that would be enough. Nope. I need some coveralls and I need to shower after cactus weeding. I did discover snail hotel when I pulled up a thick patch of weeds. The snails tried to scatter, if they can do such a thing. I watched them eek up to the cactus points and over. I would have done my usual which was fling them into the street for a car to run over them, but I’d already been stuck like a pin cushion at that point. So, I just watched the sun give ’em hell.