|The long road home|
Sorry, boys, keep your paws off: She's taken.
Wild river indeed.
|Denise takes the wheel|
|Note new pots. Crepe myrtle not visible—or blooming either.|
|New pot with maypop vine.|
Now if I could just find someone to mow the freaking lawn. . .
Certain people have criticized the new truck for being a city slickers' truck. I suppose that is a just critique, as I was indeed hoping it would be easier to park than my last truck. And, yes, the bed is small.
However, there is room for the garbage cans, the bales of Bounty, and for the potting soil and giant pots currently catching a ride, so thus far it meets my needs.
Also it has AC and automatic shift. I must be getting old.
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|Older bro: Having a problem with his Christian brothers and sisters in Missouri|
|Younger bro: The newest addition was thought to be a piece of paper on the roadside.|
|The Airstream joins the soon to be ex-truck in the yard of the Goose|
|Kate does her hell yeah y'all Texas thing|
|That would be one Texan, two Ozarkers or maybe three|