Carlee and I have a nightly ritual of hunting grasshoppers. We take our trusty trowel, walk the fence line and as we hit'm Carlee catches them. It amazes me, we can smash them with insides out and they still hop 14 times. Walking the perimeter of the house, we bag about 50. As the wind sits still for about a 1/2 hour, we'll spray again. Our ferns and hosta look ragged and they are even eating the needles off our pine trees (Peter, Paul and Mary and the Mama's and Papa's). Yes, we do name most things, we talk, they listen, we water, they grow. Life.
Happened upon a link the other day, God and Dog, if it doesn't highlight here, cut and paste into the search box, it is a wonderful 1:58 seconds long and we wanted to share. http://www.care2.com/greenliving/our-pets-as-spiritual-teachers.html
On that note, two dogs lay closeby dozing and I think the grass is barely moving. Must take advantage and load the sprayer. Take care.
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