It's funny the way the weather changes everything. Cold to hot, dry to wet, white to green. Well, maybe that's not funny at all, just absolutely normal, particularly around Chicago.
"If you don't like the weather here, wait an hour."
The carpenter bees are back with the heat, drilling holes into the old wooden swing set. They nest inside wood, a clever trick. But you can't have bees living in a swing set. Some visiting kiddie might get stung. So the bees must go.
Creeping Charlie is back. He's a minty-smelling weed that likes to take over the back yard. I don't mind him, and the dogs don't mind him, but Marsha likes grass and flowers in the back yard, rather than a Creeping Charlie Farm.
Creeping Charlie means no harm.
He's just trying to start a farm.
Creeping Charlie, weed from hell,
With that pleasant minty smell.
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