Some Have Strawberry Patches

Another gorgeous day arrived, and in spite of it being a bit windy, the temps continued to be acceptable. It sounds like we’re going to have some higher temperatures tomorrow, so be prepared.

It was another early arrival at office, just so I could get some desk work done before I had to head over to the bank and then out to Hardware Hank to pick up another gallon of weed killer, and glad I did because there was only one gallon left of the brand I normally buy. Since I’ve been out there enough times this year, the cashier and I are almost on a first name basis. I usually have something clever to tell her which brings a much-needed smile on her face. I’d heard that Kramer’s ended up selling their stores but I’ve not heard for sure which means I’ll have to remember to ask her the next time I’m there.

Upon return to office, I changed my clothes and headed out to do some gardening/yard work. My main goal for today, was to get some volunteer trees pulled out, and then proceed on to a daunting task of ridding a bed of baby oak trees of volunteer trees and and tall grasses. I was bracing myself for it because it had been un-touched since I planted those acorns three years ago this coming Fall.

It all started back three Fall’s ago when I was raking up acorns from a Burr Oak, as well as a Red Oak which for some reason had dropped more than the normal amount of nuts. I had a wild hair and thought, “Hmm…It would be fun if I planted them just to see if they’d grow.” Well, two and a half years have passed, and all I can say is the rabbits and deer had fun during the winter months eating those many that came up that first year.

Of course one can only do so much in a season, and trying to keep them growing was far down on my priorities, so I left them be until now. After checking how tall the “survivors” had grown, I knew it was time to get rid of all those volunteer trees, along with the weeds and grasses that had grown in that untended area. One thing I know for sure, is that the Box Elder and Silver Maple seedlings had far exceeded in height over those oaks, which is why I absolutely had to get them pulled out more sooner than later.

Well, I’d say a good five hours later, I had all that “green trash” removed, so now I’ll be babying them a little more before I transplant them in permanent locations this coming Fall. I don’t remember how many acorns I planted, but I’m pretty sure there were several hundred, and after counting those that survived the animals and elements, they numbered 41 this afternoon. Some are taller and some not, but I’ll remain confident they’ll get a good start next Spring in their new and less troublesome locations.

What’s going to be fun about it all, is knowing I managed to grow seedlings from two very old native oak trees. I did discover another reason why only 41 made it that first year, and that being those nasty squirrels must’ve smelled them buried and dug them up because I happened to find one of them growing under a pine tree nearby which meant they dug them up and either ate them or re-buried them in another location for a later meal, and for sure that one will also get dug up and re-planted. The reason I’m almost certain that’s what happened, is the fact that there’s not one mature acorn-bearing oak tree within a quarter mile of that patch. The above photo is one I took of two of them. Some have strawberry patches, raspberry patches, and even asparagus patches, but I think it would be long search to find an oak patch.

After I finished my daunting task, I headed back to office where I had some emails to send out to other agents requesting additional information on my new listing over at 631 – 6th Court SE. One of the agents that showed it yesterday who’s pretty much in the know when it comes to quality of construction, sent me a text saying something like, “Dang! My people passed on it which upsets me because I know somebody’s gonna get one heck of a house for the money.”

I showed it to a young couple yesterday and wasn’t surprised they also passed because it needs cleaning, painting and some fixing, and like I’ve mentioned many times before, our younger generation just doesn’t want to buy something needing cosmetic work because they want to do is move into something, in spite of their having to pay many thousands of dollars more to get it. Long-gone are the days where the first-time buyers nearly always looked for inexpensive homes in need of updates. Some day I’m going to get bold enough and ask one of them, “Is it the work you shy away from, or is it the lack of know-how, or is just plain and simply your refusal to do any household repairs?” Once again, I’m blaming all the social medias for creating all those time-wasting addictions.¬† ¬†There will be a day when they’ll have to learn and do for themselves.

On my way home, I stopped at my favorite garden center and picked up several pots of dill which appeared to be doing well. I had a free space in my garden for it so I figured I’d put it to use. Last year when I was canning pickles, I ended up having to use what the store had which I didn’t care for because back when we were on the farm, my mother always had fresh dill growing. When it gets tall and lacy, I’ll be having some fond memories resurrected of it growing when I was young. Most think it’s a perennial but not, and the only reason it grows year-over-year, is the fact that they drop their seeds which for some reason, grow just about anywhere. When fresh, it’s always good in just about anything once it’s finely chopped and added to something like potato salad. Yummy.

I keep forgetting we have one more free day from work on Monday, and no doubt it’s gonna take me a good while to get used to another National holiday.

Tonight’s One-liner is: Biographies lend to death new terrors.

Joe Chodur

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