Beetles in a tin

To give back to the house that's hosted my morning runs, and river gazing, I signed on to volunteer at the clermont house. I was enthusiasm and "how ever I'd be useful" but frankly wary of a job that required period costume.

But, I was called.

And so reported to Clermont House's head gardener (Susan) at 7:30 this morning, by the lilac bushes where maintenance's golf carts park.

Today was a run-through, next week I'll have actual assignments.

And access to: the tick spray, the deer spray, gardening gloves and a tin with olive oil to dispatch with the Japanese beetles. Beyond that, I will - until I prove some competency otherwise - have absolutely no jurisdiction.

C - gardener-not