End of an Era
I knew eventually it would happen: my work pants finally wore so thin that a split across the thigh area appeared. Bought many years ago at Bass Pro Shops, these were my least favored pair because the zipper didn’t stay up and the pocket arrangement was meh. My favorite ones went on the 2019 Moroccan trip, lost when my suitcase disappeared between Madrid and Rabat. But good enough pants for working in the yard. Into the trash, and another pair demoted (promoted?) to daily use in the garden, sprayed with bug spray when the mosquitoes get too annoying, washed periodically. I am keeping up with fertilizing by using the weakly, weekly, actually mostly biweekly, method, starting with the powdered mix, except for the strawberries. Those get 1/2 teaspoon tucked into their pockets on the plant stand. So far, only the white ones are producing. Flowers on the red ones give me hope. The papayas are flourishing, and the Roma tomatoes are growing well, with little flowers appearing last week. ...
