Good Morning Gentle Readers,
We should be well into June Gloom by now, instead we've had a run of spectacular weather here at the Casa. Chilly. Breezy. Late rain. We had smoke swirling up the chimney and kids plunked on the couch with books last Saturday. May as well have been January.
Late in the day we had a bit of excitement when when the fire hit a pocket of oil trapped in a fat Eucalyptus log and the whole thing exploded out onto the hearth and floor. Dude, it was hotter than a three dollar pistola. Just being close enough to scoop up the coals nearly set my skin afire. Best argument for tile over carpet or hardwood that I can think of.
For the record, you really don't want to plant Eucalyptus anywhere near your house. Not where firestorms lurk, anyway. Like planting kerosene soaked matchsticks. Guess that's not a problem anywhere but the Great Southwest.