A Turn
Today is Friday and a bit of a turn to what Dennis says feels warm.
I could agree with that. With an old paint brush, I swiped away all the loose dirt near the south side of the home’s foundation. I could easily see the burrowed little ant hill holes where the driveway concrete met the home’s foundation. Squatting as low as the titanium knees allowed, the ant powder went into the holes with just a bit extra that they may want to drag home. There was a flurry for a time. Since the last time I had put down the powder, we had had rain. Yes, Dennis, the sun on my back felt warm.
It has been days since I have seen one of the larger black ants dare to do the scouting of our first floor. I will be diligent with my powder as I know where I can get more.
I stayed in the studio until 1:30 this afternoon after I had buttered toast and fruit for breakfast. I finished up two projects that have been in the works since February of this year. It feels great not to have unfinished projects that have been languishing. The sewing machine is ready for a new spell of stitching.
My bedroom porch is vibrating this afternoon, as the internet company is drilling under the county’s concrete street. Across the street I see little mounds of dug up dirt. Plastic was put down before the fellows started digging. A people’s company that knows how to do their work while keeping things tidy.
With that I will take my leave. ♥