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This morning, after I'd had my first cup of coffee, the temperature was 70 degrees. Dry. Light breeze. A perfect morning for mowing the jungle that passes for my back yard. It is bad, folks; really bad -- weeds knee-high in spots.
Upon opening the shed door I immediately had to dodge some wasps who were busy creating their paper nest on the inside of the door frame. Did you know that wasps do not like WD-40? I couldn't find the can of wasp spray so I grabbed the WD-40 and gave them a spritz! Voila! Wasps gone!
I retrieved the gasoline container, filled the lawnmower, checked the oil, primed the carburetor, and pulled the starter cord -- and pulled the starter cord and pulled the starter cord. Nada! I think I need a new spark plug!
Now, when I'm in the mood to cut grass, I'm gonna cut grass! Ta-Da! Weed Eater to the rescue! It's doing a more than passable job.
I spared this particular weed just long enough to get its photo. Amazingly, it was the only dandelion seed head I saw in the yard.