(Written late Saturday for Sunday)
Because the clean-up crew was out and about today, I thought I’d demonstrated some civic pride.
My contribution was dragging trees from bar ditches and lifting piles of trimmings to truck beds with the tractor.
The councilman’s trees and the other end of the hole in which I dropped the mower Friday:
My house, peeking through the trees:
The hole into which I dropped the mower after some less than tender loving care:
The last is on my side of the road, and all of the activity you’ve looked at took place in a one hundred by eighty foot area.
Place was shaggy with trees.
So I’m almost ready for next weekend and labor day. I thinking I might – only might – purchase a raffle ticket for that half beef.
But then; Maybe not.
From the reaches,