
Category Archives: Missouri Botanical Gardens
Jungle Safari

This is our neighbor’s idea of what our yard looks like or at least my idea of what they see. Today though we take control of the shrubbery. We will beat back the jungle. We will recapture our yard. As with all such projects, my first step was a trip to the hardware store. My chief purchase was a gigantic glyphosate jug, also known as Roundup. A week or so ago, I had sprayed the poison ivy with some weak ass generic herbicide, which had some effect, but not the total death-kill that I was looking for. Today, I brought out the big guns. I got a gallon jug of the juice that came with a battery powered spray applicator and a two-foot wand. I really like the new powered applicator, because now my hand does not get tired. It is amazing how much easier a job is when you have the right tools.
Getting rid of the poison ivy is only half the battle though. Think of it as merely an obstacle, preventing us from getting to the shrubbery that we really want to hack. No problem though, because at the beginning of this month we had purchased a Shrubber. Right after we bought it, I showed it to the plants in our yard. Threatening them with its electrically powered reciprocating blades. I thought that I had detected a shudder then, but the plants continued to grow. With all of the rain that we have had since then, the yard has become a jungle.
Anne and I hacked and hacked and hacked. We filled two huge barrels with yard waste, plus one leaf bag. There is still a lot more to do, but we made a good start.
Septuagenarians

Before we sky north for the summer, we have a little detour to take first. We and our old longtime friends are all turning seventy this year. Except for Bob who is so damn competitive that he reached seventy a couple of years ahead of everyone else. To commemorate this life milestone, we are having a little get together. We did this once before, ten years ago, on the occasion of our becoming sexagenarians. Again, Bob crossed that finish line before all else. That rendezvous was held in the Finger Lake District of upstate New York. Of the six of us who were meeting to celebrate the anniversary, four lived near there in Rochester. Times change and now Bob and Noreen are living in North Carolina. They will be hosting us all at their new house that they just had built. Noreen, our hostess with the mostest has a full itinerary planned, which includes a trip to the Biltmore estate. I hope that I can keep up. I am not a young man anymore. Don’t you know? There is a lot to catch up to do, a lifetime’s worth, but we will have a week together. Afterwards, Anne and I will extend our trip to the southeast, with first an excursion to Congaree National Park. Notching another one of our nation’s treasures. Mosquito bites will be required. Our turnaround point will be on the coast at Charleston, SC. Where there will be plenty of history, heat and humanity to spare.


