Friday, May 27, 2016

Cloudy, cool and the main line of the recent storms seems to have passed and is headed down slope to the Mississippi.

I wait the next round.

Knowing the weather will warm, I read that Manhattan Ks has a new attraction for the tourist and native alike:

Fly Kansas: Manhattan zip-line course gives aerial view of the Flint Hills

That would be a novel way of exploring the area. The Donald might find a chunck of real estate to develop.

I was out and about on the tractor the other day. What I found was somewhat disturbing.

Along the north fence, what with all this rain, lies about a hundred yards of poison ivy.I haven’t a clue what one does with that much of that stuff, nor anyway of killing it off without killing all the trees.

Want to keep those trees if possible. They are a major wind break. Several years back the near neighbor and his brother sprayed the area with Cross Bow, a herbicide, powerful stuff, after the brother fished out up there in a bed of the ivy.

He walked about for six weeks in bloody sores and it interfered with their business of selling drugs – they had their little store up there.

What they did was rid the area of the ivy, for sure, and it is still relative clear. However, they also killed eighteen or so trees and those were the trees that cost me my north fence three times. There are still three dead trees standing up there that I just know are going to fall on this newest fence – and I can’t get into them for the ivy that has regrown.

The least the brother’s could have done was exterminate ALL the stuff.

I’ll probably go see the extension agent after Memorial Day and have him come look the situation over and have him recommend a solution.

For certain I am not going to go in there and dig those vines out by hand, which is probably what the agents recommendation will be, the only way, he’ll say, to save those trees.

Life in a small town. Charming.

As a note: I saw a clip on PBS about Cowolf’s, I believe they said they were or are named. A cross of coyote and wolf. Spreading like a bad idea.



From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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