Saturday, May 10th
I had tea in bed and then hit the gardens. Much had been delivered the night before. As I weeded the beds I heard a bird overhead and looked up to see who was trilling behind me. It was a Rose Breasted Grosbeak. His bright red/orange breastplate shown as he flew from the garage roof to the maples. He continued to serenade me. The mulch looked good around the house. I then rewarded myself with a trip into town to buy border and planter plants from my favorite nursery on Rt. 11. I came home, planted and watered the new annuals--impatients, petunias, and a variety of border plants.
It was not until later as I took my bath, that I realized ticks were a problem. One had latched onto my shin. He was dug in. I climbed out of the tub, put on my reading glasses, and found a match. I lit it and touched the head to his body to try to get him to back out. No luck. I grabbed a pair of tweezers, focused on where to pull and yanked him out. Ouch. I think I got his head out. I squeezed the area and it bled. He had blood in his gut, too, so I knew he had feasted. I poured antibiotic fluid on the site and put some ointment on it. Will I get Lymes Disease? I will certainly call my GP!
