I lay in bed this morning as a summer thunderstorm rolled over and through me. It was early, about 5:30 AM when the deep rumble woke me from a sound sleep. The rain was hard, fast and beat down on my metal roof with a chaotic pattern. The room temperature dropped and both my black cats scrambled off the bed as a BOOM echoed in the distance. Susan, me wife, rolled over and tucked herself in a little more, oblivious to the storm outside the windows. There is something about a summer storm early in the morning. The air is cleaner, cooler and the dirt and grime of the world seems to be washed away with only potential remaining. I'm been thinking a lot about potential. Several years ago my step daughter was putting together her Zombie apocalypse team because that was a thing. I was honored when she included me. "Oh," I asked her, "what is my job?" "Bait." She said laughing. "You have...
When I first moved into my house some five, nearly six year ago, one of the first things I noticed was that we had a tree out back that was nearly strangled by an invasive woody vine called Oriental Bittersweet. At the time I didn't think much about it as other more pressing problems, like a new roof and insulated windows, came first. Other problems and projects kept pushing that "little issue" back onto the corners of my mind. Small "little issues" tend to become bigger ones. Oriental Bittersweet That's the problem with home ownership, their is always "one more project." One more bill. I was considering where to plant the Pawpaw and new Bur Oak and this corner seemed to be a very good option. That's when I noticed my problem, I have several Multiflora Rosa growing in my "wilds" and one that somehow I've missed over the last few years, it's become rather well established. The Oriental Bittersweet was reaching o...