Today we write about: the war.
Not sure what the current military trend is all about, though I suspect it must have at least a little to do with the fact that I'm currently reading The Book Thief.
This morning we picked almost twenty pounds of strawberries. Three ounces shy, to be exact. Which was a problem, seeing as we had orders of ten, five, and five pounds for this afternoon. So I went back out after lunch and found three more ounces that were either overlooked or had finished ripening in today's heat.
Right now we're picking strawberries Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I'm already starting to look forward to being done with them. Sad but true.
This evening I spent some time weeding around one of several rows of potato plants. A few varieties are in bloom, while others are still keeping themselves busy by getting bigger.
It doesn't seem to matter much either way to the mosquitoes. They'll hang out around them both. Paranoid me thinks they're just waiting for me to show up. I try not to listen to paranoid me too much.
At least this evening I remembered to spray repellent on myself before heading out. It's a homemade concoction - I think it's just water and some drops of citronella essential oil - and it lasts for about an hour before I need to reapply it.
Anyway, I escaped the garden in a better state than usual. I don't think I suffered any new bites and I killed at least four of the tiny bastards.
But I know that while I won the battle tonight, the war is only just beginning...