Layin' Low, Movin' Slow

Lily texted me early this afternoon to ask if I was okay because I hadn't posted anything.
I told her that I was and that I just hadn't felt like I had anything to say.
"Not that that's ever stopped me," I said.

I still don't really have anything to say. I went to the store. I worked in the garden. I got some more cucumber seeds planted as well as three watermelon plants and six cantaloupe plants. I figured I might as well go for the plants rather than the seeds because I'm already so late.

Okay. So I just looked, really, at this spray I use on the ants. It's cool.
It's 5% rosemary oil and the rest of it is water, wintergreen oil, mineral oil, carbon dioxide and lecithin.
You could practically use it in salad dressing.

So there is that. It looks like this:

It is more practical for me to use than borax because borax can only be sprinkled on flat surfaces and this stuff can be sprayed on the wall where the ants are marching in columns of thousands. And on the baseboards. And yeah, it smells really strong but it does dissipate.

So gosh. I think that's about all I have to say. I don't feel philosophic or funny or even pissed off. I'm just...here. Digging in the dirt and spraying ants with rosemary oil. It's not much of a life, but it's mine.

Love...Ms. Moon