South of Sunnyside

Note: That might be the corniest headline I’ve ever written. I apologize for being so lame.

I spent a bit of time outside yesterday tending to our yard, so Kim went out today to care for the next door neighbor’s, where the health of the neglected plants is in rapid decline. Fortunately, there are still a few signs of life, so rather than removing the distressed plants, Kim simply trimmed most of them back.

To her surprise, she encountered many wasps in the process, and one got the best of her (see the last picture below). We didn’t have any chewing tobacco, but I did moisten a cigar for the bite—it’s a remedy I learned as a child, but it didn’t seem to help Kim much.

The remaining plant beds look a bit barren, but at least they’re clean, and no dead extremities are falling into the walking path.

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