I turned Helper Dude loose with his weed-whacker and he cleared huge areas of knee-high weeds, especially down the slope behind the chicken pen. It's not that I go there often, but those weeds are perfect cover for coyotes and snakes. I've watched the coyotes sneak up, hoping for a pot pie dinner. (That's when I go get the gun.) The weeds are also a fire hazard, and I feel a lot better now that they're gone.
I'm trying something new with the rose predator. I sprinkled the Tropicana bush liberally with cayenne pepper. With my luck of late, my squirrels will have a taste for something spicy, but it's worth a try.
About 4:15 this morning, I was awakened by strobe lights visible behind my sleeping eyelids, followed by claps of thunder. Counting "one Mississippi," I could tell the lightning wasn't close, but didn't want to take a chance so got up and unplugged the computer and we all went back to sleep. So far, there has been negligible rain, but we can hope.
I'm planning to go to town today, but I'm afraid to say it out loud.