Backyard improvement!

The Catholic East­er in the USA this year (March 27) has already passed, it is called East­er. At that time, stores were ful­ly sell­ing East­er bun­nies and plas­tic eggs, in which they hide sweets, and then chil­dren look for these eggs. And May the 1^st — they don’t know such a hol­i­day at all.

On April 30 and May 1, Mark should have swim­ming com­pe­ti­tions. So there is espe­cial­ly no time to cel­e­brate, but I still baked east­er cakes. We bought some toma­to juice in iron jars, poured it into a bot­tle, and using the jars as molds, baked a roll and East­er. I remem­ber how we always brought our East­er cakes to work and had a tasting.

Accord­ing to the agree­ment, we must clean the yard with our own means, using this item, we are going to thor­ough­ly cut the bush­es, and remove some. They cre­ate good shade in the yard.

The yard from the sides and back of the house is fenced with a sol­id fence just above the height of a per­son, so that the neigh­bor­ing yards are not vis­i­ble. In front of the hous­es, there is also approx­i­mate­ly the same ter­ri­to­ry, which is fenced only with peb­bles and var­i­ous plants. Many neigh­bors in this area leave their cars, as garages are filled with all sorts of things. My son-in-law has already trimmed and tidied up the bush­es in front of the house, but in the back­yard we still haven’t got our hands on it. And it’s not so much the lack of time, but the garbage disposal.

No, garbage is tak­en out here twice a week on a reg­u­lar basis — on Wednes­day a trash can, on Fri­day a bin for recy­cled waste (recy­cle), where we col­lect pack­ag­ing, box­es, cans, bot­tles. Volu­mi­nous things — sawn bush­es, bro­ken fur­ni­ture, etc. can only be tak­en out once a month accord­ing to the sched­ule. There­fore, we do not want to cut the branch­es now and lay them down so that all liv­ing crea­tures are bred. As for grow­ing some­thing here, does­n’t seem real­is­tic yet.

The land here is clay-sandy, strewn with small rocks, like peb­bles, and it is very hot. Each bush in the yard has an irri­ga­tion tube, and water­ing is turned on at six o’clock in the evening, oth­er­wise every­thing will dry out. And yet, here are just bar­bar­ic impu­dent birds, slight­ly small­er than our pigeons and they look like turtledoves.

Even when we lived in the apart­ment, my grand­son had a project, and he grew beans in a pot. This bean sprout­ed and even gave pods, so here the birds ate it by the root the next day after the move. True, small hum­ming­birds arrive in the morn­ing and evening. I real­ly like them, they are qui­et, shy and very fast, they fly from flower to flower and drink nec­tar with their long beaks like bees. They nev­er land and are the only bird that can fly back­wards and side­ways.

This week Scor­pi­on exter­mi­na­tor came. It turns out that the own­er of our house has an agree­ment with the com­pa­ny, and as soon as the son-in-law wrote a let­ter to the own­er, he sent us an exter­mi­na­tor. A guy came, sprin­kled every­thing on the base­boards inside the house, and then on the street he poured a fence, bush­es, a garage and a house at the base right with a pump. In the garage set traps — Vel­cro box­es. The chem­i­cal did­n’t smell. Looks like there are no scor­pi­ons yet.