Warmish
It is warmish, actually hot feeling.
There is a small Angus beef roast in the crock pot smothered in a can of cream of mushroom soup, full strength. A batch of instant potatoes and a bag of steam-able veggies will round out our supper. There are only so many cold suppers I can do for the ole cowboy.
Every once in awhile, there is a rather large black ant that seems to be scouting out our home, west and east ends. While Dennis went to fill the gas cans for Tom’s mowing, I walked the outside perimeter of the house seeking ant hills. The north side has sporadic small plugs here and there, nothing large. The south side where the sidewalk meets the driveway, had hills of dirt all along the foundation with one major hole showing.
In the garage on the shelves was a can of ant powder by Toro. I sprinkled the white powder as close as I could to the foundation. In the garage I took the ice scrapper back to the foundation and pushed the remaining powder into the holes. Several black ants scattered. Time will tell. Tom is going to mow tomorrow. After he has finished mowing, I may well go back to the north side and sprinkle some of the powder here and there.
For the time it took Grammie to do the deed, I felt the sun and its reflection off of the white siding. I was content to seek the inside of our home.
With that I will take my leave. ♥