Tis Summer,
where every weekend seems to be hot, humid and eventful. We are in the midst of, what I call, the one hundred and twenty days of possible good weather in Northern Wisconsin.
Our drought continues. As a result, my lawn experiment reveals unintended but interesting outcomes. I and this was against my better judgment, treated our lawn with "Weed and Feed". This branded product is supposed to eliminate weeds and promote the growth of green grass. The other thing, the thing you have to think about, it does is increase the number of times you have to cut the grass.
I've often stopped people in the middle of their tirade about how many times they cut the grass to inquire if they fertilize their lawn. If they tell me they do, my mindset switches from empathy to contempt.
Because I volunteered to cut my neighbor, Harley's lawn this summer, I thought about treating his also. In the end, I did not spread the chemical on my neighbor's lawn. I didn't feel comfortable doing it without his permission. Since my neighbor is notoriously private, I haven't been able to confront him for his okay.
What has happened is that neither lawn is growing. For sure, this is the result of the drought we are experiencing.
I have not watered either lawn. There is a difference between them. The chemical on my lawn is working. My lawn is greener. My lawn has fewer weeds.
"Yea, Weed & Feed" You Rock! Yea, lack of rain. Mother Nature does have a heart.
Just when I found an alternative to midday soap opera on TV. Unfortunately, the World Cup closed out this last Sunday with the final featuring France and Croatia. It's interesting watching a sport where scoring is not expected and often a surprise. The World's football, our soccer, is different in a lot of ways from other sports. Most interesting is their inability to take commercial breaks because the clock rarely stops running and as long as it's running someone might score.
Compare this to basketball where an offensive attack almost guarantees's a score. Or baseball, where every pitch takes so long they could sneak away for a 30-second spot commercial and you would miss nothing. Well yes, there is all that spitting and crotch scratching but if they don't keep statistics on something it's not worth recording, right?
Going into this last weekend all of the teams I was pulling for went through. Went through?
There I go adopting language acceptable in a sport which America did not invent. Going through means the team won a match that if they lost they would have been eliminated.
My pick, England failed in the Semifinal to Croatia. I was hoping for a win for France. They went through in a great match with Belgium. I will report the results of the finale from "the pitch" (American, soccer field) in Moscow before I publish this on Tuesday.
Sports report.
Belguim beat England for third place in the tournament. France beat Croatia for The Cup.
where every weekend seems to be hot, humid and eventful. We are in the midst of, what I call, the one hundred and twenty days of possible good weather in Northern Wisconsin.
Our drought continues. As a result, my lawn experiment reveals unintended but interesting outcomes. I and this was against my better judgment, treated our lawn with "Weed and Feed". This branded product is supposed to eliminate weeds and promote the growth of green grass. The other thing, the thing you have to think about, it does is increase the number of times you have to cut the grass.
I've often stopped people in the middle of their tirade about how many times they cut the grass to inquire if they fertilize their lawn. If they tell me they do, my mindset switches from empathy to contempt.
Because I volunteered to cut my neighbor, Harley's lawn this summer, I thought about treating his also. In the end, I did not spread the chemical on my neighbor's lawn. I didn't feel comfortable doing it without his permission. Since my neighbor is notoriously private, I haven't been able to confront him for his okay.
What has happened is that neither lawn is growing. For sure, this is the result of the drought we are experiencing.
I have not watered either lawn. There is a difference between them. The chemical on my lawn is working. My lawn is greener. My lawn has fewer weeds.
"Yea, Weed & Feed" You Rock! Yea, lack of rain. Mother Nature does have a heart.
Just when I found an alternative to midday soap opera on TV. Unfortunately, the World Cup closed out this last Sunday with the final featuring France and Croatia. It's interesting watching a sport where scoring is not expected and often a surprise. The World's football, our soccer, is different in a lot of ways from other sports. Most interesting is their inability to take commercial breaks because the clock rarely stops running and as long as it's running someone might score.
Compare this to basketball where an offensive attack almost guarantees's a score. Or baseball, where every pitch takes so long they could sneak away for a 30-second spot commercial and you would miss nothing. Well yes, there is all that spitting and crotch scratching but if they don't keep statistics on something it's not worth recording, right?
Going into this last weekend all of the teams I was pulling for went through. Went through?
There I go adopting language acceptable in a sport which America did not invent. Going through means the team won a match that if they lost they would have been eliminated.
However, I do not refer to playing the eighteenth hole in a golf match as being at"The last". As in abbreviating the phrase "playing the last hole." However, even the most American of golf commentators do. This is particularly noticeable if they're sitting next to their knighted partners from the British Isles.
My pick, England failed in the Semifinal to Croatia. I was hoping for a win for France. They went through in a great match with Belgium. I will report the results of the finale from "the pitch" (American, soccer field) in Moscow before I publish this on Tuesday.
Sports report.
Belguim beat England for third place in the tournament. France beat Croatia for The Cup.
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