I am somewhat of a fanatic about clean.
During the flu season, I have the worst case of chapped hands because I wash them and use sanitizer so much that it just wears the good skin right off.
I love the clean smell of disinfected bathrooms and sparkling sinks and showers. But, I detest Clorox! I do not allow it 
inside or outside my house and for good reason. On the other hand, my husband just swears by this harsh bleach.
We have the poured rock concrete around our pool and patio area, and with the passage of time, it turns to a black color.
Two years in a row, he hired someone to come in with a power cleaner and Clorox to scrub away the black residue.
It always seems to be in the spring of the year when he gets this urge, and in the spring of the year my flower beds are just beginning to put on tender new growth.
He has assured me twice during this cleaning process that my flowers will not be affected. Really?
Twice I have walked outside the morning after the scouring and all my new green growth is withered and the bright greens are now a putrid yellow. The bleach had completely destroyed the new and the old growth and had even poisoned the mulch beneath the foliage.
The next year, as he planned to “effectively wash” our stained concrete, he brought home an entire case of this deadly decontaminator.
I asked what he was doing and he said, “I talked to the guy and he assured me he would wash all the plants down with water after the scrubbing and the plants will be fine.”
I, for once, just kept quiet because I had a plan this year.
After he left for work the next morning and before the exterminator showed up, I hauled all the Clorox to the gate of our driveway, blocking the entrance and stood up a sign, “NO CLOROX.”
He drove up and saw my warning and called my husband and told him the update.
Nothing was ever said about the sign or the case of Clorox. It just disappeared and we did not clean our concrete that year. I have two nice gentlemen whom I hired washing off my patio area now, and they are doing an excellent job with no bleach. I am positive my flowers and greenery will be just as lush in the morning as they are now.
We harvested nearly a bushel of beautiful ripened peaches off our one peach tree this year. I cannot wait to make my cobbler.
Peach Cobbler
2 cups fresh cut up peaches
1 cup of self-rising flour
1 cup of milk
1 stick of real butter
1 t. vanilla extract
1 t. nutmeg or cinnamon
Mix flour, milk, vanilla and spices until well blended. Pour peaches into the bottom of a 9 x 13 pan. If you don’t believe you have enough juice, you can use any kind of juice you may have. I save my juices from peaches, pears, and pineapples when opening cans and I use it for my cobblers. Pour the flour mixture over the peaches and bake until browned – about an hour at 350 degrees.
