A2K vs. Springtime

had a lot of wind damage this winter and bagworms on arbovitae last year. Took a chainsaw and whacked a lot of dead wood then prcked up the big branches with afront end loader and well have a huge bonfire somenight. Now Im loading up on ice tea. Im beat.
need some naptime, too tired, weak,
THUD

Huddled over the computer researching houses, very occasionally popping into A2K. Where's that fall?

Way windy out there today.

In the glorious Autumn air I spent it.

But - now it is Monday morning...

ah, to be a vulture
high in a dead tree
scanning the landscape
for dinner
now that spring is here
life is good again.

Hello to the vultures & everyone else...
Spent the afternoon planting flowers, washing porch furniture and admiring all the new shoots and blossoms springing forth...the Boston ivy looks quite wonderful this year, finally, climbing up the sage green brick walls...just needed some red and orange flowers to set it off.

It's still a bit too cool for outdoorsy stuff in Silicon Valley.

I went to a street fair near Union Square........it was a lovely day in New York.......almost hot, then suddenly the wind came up and it turned slightly cold. That's why everyone in New York wears back packs or carries big bags.......out came the jackets. Very nice day, even if alone.

I took the kids for a bike ride, now that was exausting!!!

We had a big lordtunderjaysus rainstorm this morning. So my garden tidying plans went pffffft. Loaded the dogs in the car and went shopping. After the rain cleared, the dogs and I went walking in the ravine system.

Now it's home and laundry and A2K. Maybe a little quick backyard tidy up can happen if things dry out a bit more. I did get some branches picked up in front, and tied up a few branches of the Martin Frobisher climbing rose. Not taking the mulch up yet. Still a danger of frost overnight for the next couple of weeks.

Mine was spent outside, but I was mowing the lawn and cleaning my car. Muy Triste

Little nap an Im reddy to party. Sepn I drinks orange juice with cranberry with lots of ice. Still about 80 degrees F. It went up to about 86 (30 C?) its been a cold wet winter and BAM ,its summer.

One bigass tree to haul . Im gonna do it in one bucket load. If I dump it on the road , Ill chain and drag it to the fire pile in the field. All thhose poor arbovitae. Over 40 of the durn things all hadda be trashed. Now my pasture fence of arbovitae looks like the smile of a West Virginia mountain man. missing teeth in a sea of ngreen

Sometimes it pays to lose foliage, farmerman. I lost a honeysuckle hedge a few years back because of a drought, and had to tear the hedge down. It opened up a whole new vista.

I've since planted thousands of things in areas I wouldn't have considered before because the view was blocked at the time.

A vast improvement.

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Actually, I did the same thing today as ehbeth -- walked around in some enormous ravines. A friend of mine collects pre 1900 bottles and for some reason he thought there might be some in my ravines.

I walked around with him for awhile but we came out of the system with nary a bottle.

But Beth and I must be talking about entirely different types of ravines, because if she ventured into one of these after a rainfall, she probably wouldn't get out.

I weep for the trees, now dead and gone. Now I have a perfect view of a bunch of cattle. They just stand there all day looking at us.

Maybe the cattle are a little upset too.

I can hear that old brown cow now... "Sure wish them trees were still here. I'm getting a little tired of looking at farmerman all day long."

Not mutually exclusive. I have a wireless broadband connection so I'm outside by the pool workin' away.

It's kinda chilly here is Cali.

Are you in Columbia now? what the hell you doin there? No.... I dont wanna know.

Gus, we have a small herd of Irish Dexter and Reds. They look like prehistoric low cattle, I have no idea why we ever started raising the damn things. They are too damn friendly to be looked upon as a meal, so we have a few angus for meat and we just mostly raise these reds and dexters to an appropriate old age and sell the cubs to other addled
people who make believe they are cowboys. Its sorta like raising emus, its neat until you realize that you have a herd of large prehistoric flightless birds who could, at the slightest provocation or noise that they percieve as unfriendly and a threat, will, suddenly and , posing threats of personal injury to any passers by, run amok. Fortunately the cattle are really as dumb as an anvil but what they lack in ferocity, they make up for with an aggresive friendliness. Being trampled by love is not a pretty way to go. We always have to be aware that, during feeding time , we must keep the cattle in a separate area until the bins are filled then, opening the gates by not bein g directly in front of them is the smartes location, lest you be greased by 1100 lb of hungry , albeit friendly prehistoric beasts. They do have mean sets of horns and, although they dont mean to puncture you, their horns are just about the heighth of my liver, spleen and some other organs whose names I cant recall.

Whaht was my point

You clean pools for a living, Craven?

Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I thought you were a teacher.