I spent my afternoon field-budding in the vineyard with no company other than that of the highly malodourous Stinking Goosefoot (Chenopodium vulvaria) - my goodness that weed really does pong! Every single time I passed it by the not unattractive, silvery-green leafed plant reminded of it's location in the vineyard with a ghastly, lingering whiff of rotting fish. Charming! No wonder the Vinodogs stayed out of the way, passing the afternoon by snoozing on the deck.It was a productive day, and only once did I come close to cutting one of my fingers off.
4 comments:
It smells of burning bakelite, if you work on old houses you know the smell.
Yes, careful with those fingers !
All the best from the (former) Villager !
We have ten fingers so that there will be a replacement "on hand" when you need one...
Thud: It just plain stinks, and now so does V2 as she was lying in it. Dogs!!!
GM: I try my best, I quite like my digits being intact.
Thomas: I'll keep that in mind. Do they travel well from NY?
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