The swallows are returning. There are birds on two of the old nests on the front porch. I cleaned out all the nest sites in the garage and sprayed with peppermint oil. I can do without their mess in the garage. We’ll see if I succeed in deterring them. They’re pesky and persistent. But I’m retired and semi-persistent, and I too can be a pest and pesky. Bird v Man. Pay for view.

Mowed yesterday. My bent mower blades picked up some wire I didn’t see and now they’re all locked up. Oh, well. The blades needed replacing anyhow. I’ll drop the deck and see what I can do about getting the old blades off. Then I’ll try to track down the parts locally. Good luck with that. No one carries inventory anymore, because it’s too expensive, and who wants to drive all over hell’s half acre when you can get it shipped to the house. Hey, remember the Sears Catalog? What goes around comes around.

I think our front blew in last night but it forgot to bring rain. You’d think fronts would have the job description down by now and bring along everything needed to be considered a front. But nope. It’s just cold and gray without a trace of moisture. The bluebonnets on the back lots are suffering. If they were a crop, I’d be disappointed. Plants are just withering up without a bloom in sight. The front yard flowers are okay, however, so I have a Texas spring in part of the yard. And that’s it from this part of the world.

John W Wilson

Gatewood Press is a small, family owned press located in the Hill Country of Texas.

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