Pedley's Ponderings

I often think I’m only good at putting a sentence together. Some weeks, even that’s suspect.

Nonetheless, I’m regularly forced to put effort into obligations other than writing and this newspaper. At home, I’m in charge of the yard. Mowing, tree trimming, weed control and other standard chores fall under my belt. These things don’t require much effort and my caveman brain can usually handle it.

Last week, though, it all came crashing down.

I sprayed for weeds earlier this summer to great effect. They died like they always die, and the yard looked fine. It seemed I had won the annual battle onc...