... 34 degrees to be exact, with hot nasty winds.
So, I thought I'd do the right thing and give the plants some water, so things don't become too beastly for them later in the day. In doing so I was reminded why it's best to wear shoes in the garden, particularly first thing in the AM, I stepped in possum poo. Lucky I had a hose in my hand.
Edited to add - Despite the watering, when I got home this afternoon half the bebe spinach crop was crisp as a brandy snap :(
Wednesday, October 3
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Possum poo!??
Indeed another hemisphere.
At first I thought it was a slug but no, it was indeed possum poo. Better than bat poo on the clean sheets - that stain NEVER comes out.
I was most sorry to read of your family's loss by the way - a horrible & terribly sad business.
Possum poo? I love it.
Bat poo on the sheets? Dare I ask...?
E - I learned very early on NEVER leave sheets on the washing line overnight. The local Fruit Bats fly over after a night feasting on figs and mulberries and shit on the sheets - total bastards (but very cute).
Ah! It all makes sense now.
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