He plants rows and rows of trees and bushes. They all live and thrive and they grow. He gave us a tree one year. He even sent over the bobcat driver to dig a hole and plant it for us. We killed it in 2 months.
My sand riding arena is near Mr. Dailey's property line and weeds grow in there. If I don't spray them a couple times a year, especially when they first appear, they overtake the arena.
I'll go out on a calm day with my 2 gallon sprayer - it has a hose with a handle and a precision sprayer so that when I spray a weed, the nozzle is mere centimeters away from the plant I'm attempting to kill - emitting a jet stream of Roundup - targeted to that particular weed.
My sprayer looks a lot like this one. However, I like to wear knee high rubber boots, jean cut off shorts, a tank top and a big floppy hat so I look completely ridiculous.
Sometimes when I begin spraying, a light breeze kicks up but I continue on because I'm half-way done and I want to finish the job. That and I'm not so sure I could remember where I left off if I stopped.
When I'm on foot spraying weeds in the sand arena, I might as well be in the Sahara desert. I loose track of my bearings... I stare down intently looking for green, I spray and move on to the next green I see. Sand and green, sand and green... I try to be as methodical as I can by going back and forth but I don't look up to keep track of where exactly I am.
Mr. Dailey told Furry Husband to keep me from spraying weeds when it's windy. He told Furry Husband that he said the same thing to me last year and I STILL sprayed weeds in the wind, killing one of his trees. As if I'm some sort of neighborhood menace or something.
I beg to differ.
I never spray on WINDY days. A light breeze might kick up but it's certainly not strong enough to blow the concentrated stream of Roundup, aimed centimeters away from my weed targets over to one of Mr. Dailey's trees at least 10 or more feet away from the place I'm spraying.
Mr. Dailey lives West of us. West. The man lives directly to the West of us.
The wind blows FROM the West - FROM HIS HOUSE - TO the East - TOWARD OUR HOUSE. If anything, I'm spraying and killing growth on MY property, not his.
Last time I looked, Mr. Dailey's property was green, thriving and beautiful. Not a dead blade of grass, let alone a TREE to be found.
That guy is getting on my last nerve about my weed spraying.
I'm sorta tempted to take the sprayer out on a really windy day and aim it directly at his property, laughing like a maniac. Only I know I'd end up covered in Roundup, twitching and convulsing in the sand because the wind will blow it all directly back on ME. I don't want to take an ambulance ride in my knee high rubber boots and big, floppy hat.
I'm taking a day off from work this year to spray weeds to my hearts content without Mr. Dailey watching, keeping score, and tattling on me to Furry Husband!
Wouldn't it be hilarious to burn a smiley face into his yard? Or 18 smiley faces?
Oh don't worry - I wouldn't, I wouldn't.
Girl can dream tho', can't she??