Ever since Eve ate the Apple from the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden and got him in a shitload of trouble, man has taken it upon himself to be the major caretaker of the lawn and trees on his home turf. This is not always a good thing.
I'm one of those tree-hugging, let nature take it's course, nature trail types, who believes wild flowers have their place in the ecosystem and you should leave well enough alone. I only believe in using chemicals when those ugly green worms (shudder) get on the tomato plants or other buggy critters begin snacking on the leaves and then I feel only a dusting of sevin should be necessary for a quick and painless critter demise. Hubby, on the other hand, with his farming expertise, and general ideas that more is better, is lethal with his pruning shears and handy, dandy, chemical sprayer. This difference of opinion about the ways to handle nature has caused much controversy in our household over the years. The man would even prune a weeping willow tree, I swear.
His latest lawn expert screw-up has resulted in this:
He was trying to kill some sand briars that he should have sprayed back a couple of months ago if he'd gotten around to it. He thought he had one type of chemical in the sprayer but added some stuff from an unmarked jug which ended up making the grass look as though it has the mange!
The roses have suspicious crispy fried blooms also, but he swears he had nothing to do with that. (It couldn't have been that there was a gale force wind going on the day he was wandering around with the chemical sprayer either, huh?)
I'm really considering hiding some stuff around here. I think I'll start with the tv remote,,,,,,,