There are windy days.
And then there are windy days. This particularly ugly mess happened on a day with no high wind warnings. At random times, when the wind is just right, the male cones from the towering fir trees behind us rain down with a audible sort of "theck" (as opposed to "thick").
Whatever the sound I am sick of cleaning up the mess.
They fall throughout the summer.
And even if I didn't mind the look of them each one has just a bit of sticky pitch at the base.
Which means they stick to your feet, and your dog.
And end up being tracked into the house.
But of course I do mind the look of them, and end up sweeping and sweeping. Which wouldn't even be so bad.
But picking them out of the potted plants...
...that gets really tedious.
This particular day I filled an extra large (19 gallon) tubtrug with the little uglies.
I find a wooden skewer is handy for flicking them out of the center of Agaves.
And I finally broke down and bought a little hand vac (this one) for getting them out of hard to deal with spots.
Plus I've learned a valuable lesson.
In my next garden I will look up. Never again will I put a patio and dozens of potted plants under a conifer that drops as much trash as these trees do.
Weather Diary, June 21: Hi 75, Low 51 / Precip 0
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