borrowing a leaf from George, here. I have received no garden mail for awhile, several days, I think. Am I still with you? We went out today for another bout of weeding. I have been incapacitated for almost 6 weeks but am more or less functional now.........and boy has the garden enjoyed it's freedom while I've been laid up! So far 6 garbage cans/bags full of weeds (too much to compost) and we are only about halfway through a 50 by 150 yard. It's been alternately hot, then rainy and cool, ideal conditions for the stuff in this climate (Great Lakes). We found termites in our pressurized lumber raised beds, one, anyway, so we figure it's in more of them. So much for making life better through chemicals. I'm sending Len off the Canadian Tire for lots of termite poison. - we don't use pesticides but we are going to make an exception here. And we are going to replace wood with stone, just as soon as the bugs are dead. We now have a red squirrel; he ate all the sunflower seeds in the bird feeder, then ate the bird feeder. They are very destructive little beasts....all my high falutin precepts about wildlife and gun control in cities etc.etc. are being replaced with dreams of h-bombing this creature......add to that the skunk we had removed from under our porch (2nd year in a row - she found the tiniest, moveable brick in the walkway) and the possum who has moved in somewhere in the back 40. Aren't they supposed to be southern creatures? So far no #$%^& groundhogs, but I guess they'll be next. What is happening up here is that we are just the tiniest bit warmer the last few years, that and the animals are being presssured by encroaching ciites. We are and have been town for over 100 years here, but near a very large railway allowance and a conservation area, and a big park. So I guess we look like the woods. We have more wildlife here than we do down east on the farm where we *are* woods, almost. The weeding was somewhat satisfying, but I ached badly in the shoulders; 2 aspirin did nothing so finally resorted to hot water in the shower, full on the bum shoulder, and that did the trick. So life has returned to good - another leaf from George. Lucinda