It's a planned event. There's no escaping it. Now is the time. Today is the day. I've put on an old t-shirt, jeans, and boots in preparation. Lets poison some weeds. I go outside, stand on the decking, stretch, and have a final look around before I kill everything. I go to the shed and look around for my old faithful bottle of roundup. I've become pretty accustomed to using roundup. I know exactly how much is required to accomplish the desired effect, but where is it?? Shit!! I can't find it. Shit!!! Now I remember. It's all gone. I used it up in the last garden conquest.
Then I remember about the 4 litre container in the corner. I'm not sure about this one. It was left here by the landlord and looks to be a more industrial poison. Something used more by farmers than gardening illiterates. Meh. Reading the bottle I find an instruction that says "See mixture ratios in booklet attached". I guess that little booklet was originally attached somewhere near that big tear line. Looks like I'll have to wing it. What could go wrong?
She's all mixed up and ready to go. I walk to the fence line and observe the mess in front of me. Oh boy are you going to cop it. In my mind I can hear the tiny screams of fear being emitted from my soon to be victims. As I look down the fence line I swear that I see some greenery already browning off in anticipation of the vegetation domination that's about to take place.
Then I remember about the 4 litre container in the corner. I'm not sure about this one. It was left here by the landlord and looks to be a more industrial poison. Something used more by farmers than gardening illiterates. Meh. Reading the bottle I find an instruction that says "See mixture ratios in booklet attached". I guess that little booklet was originally attached somewhere near that big tear line. Looks like I'll have to wing it. What could go wrong?
She's all mixed up and ready to go. I walk to the fence line and observe the mess in front of me. Oh boy are you going to cop it. In my mind I can hear the tiny screams of fear being emitted from my soon to be victims. As I look down the fence line I swear that I see some greenery already browning off in anticipation of the vegetation domination that's about to take place.
I work my way around the yard with my wand of destruction. Indiscriminately striking at all that's in my way. Like He-Man (and in a reference that will only be understood by people between the ages of may 30 to 40 years of age) I HAVE THE POOOWAAAH!!!!
I pause for a minute to get my bearings. Yep,it's all going well. I've had the occasional failure in delivery,but that's quickly been repaired with a quick re-fill. Not long now and it'll all be done. I feel a tingle develop in my lips. A slight buzzing that leaves me licking and pouting. "Probably not related, i'll continue spraying my agricultural grade herbicide".
I go back to the decking where I started, and with another mighty stretch review my handiwork. The jobs done and I finish up. Even though I can't tell straight away I know that the yard is now a better place.......hopefully......depending on if I got the mixture right.
© 2013 Dutchy's Stuff
I pause for a minute to get my bearings. Yep,it's all going well. I've had the occasional failure in delivery,but that's quickly been repaired with a quick re-fill. Not long now and it'll all be done. I feel a tingle develop in my lips. A slight buzzing that leaves me licking and pouting. "Probably not related, i'll continue spraying my agricultural grade herbicide".
I go back to the decking where I started, and with another mighty stretch review my handiwork. The jobs done and I finish up. Even though I can't tell straight away I know that the yard is now a better place.......hopefully......depending on if I got the mixture right.
© 2013 Dutchy's Stuff
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