The Botanist planted and nurtured barberries at each corner of the cottage, so I had to trim them back so we could access the structure for painting and staining. Now I have a whole wheelbarrow full of barberry twigs that needs to be buried somewhere so no one will step on them, since bare feet abound in these parts.
In fact, Cousin S’s currently suffering from barefoot vulnerabilities: a hornet stung her!
21 August 2007 at 7:33 pm
Robert says:
Hey Sammy, at least it’s not golden phitzer in cans! And no supervisor over your shoulder keeping you going. But then again, no beer on the porch afterwards (or maybe there was). Anyway, we’ll have a beer for you and reminisce.
23 August 2007 at 7:43 am
mouse's moom says:
I think I’ve been stung on the foot once or twice. Not fun!