7.02.2019

spiffing the goose

I think the crape myrtle will bloom this year.
 Pretty green at the Goose. The tree that got pruned is the one that hangs over the deck—this pic is post-pruning. He cut what was endangering the oof, but I kept the shade on the deck. Cat pruned the shrubbery away so you can see the goose again. And should be easier to paint.
   Then Rodney showed up to mow. The "grass" is mostly weeds and violets, but it sure looks better mowed! Most people in this town are named Randy, but there is a Rodney here and there too. It's hard to believe that in the east I have never met a single Randy or Rodney.
   Now if only Bobby would show up with the honey wagon, I might be able to take a shower, wash some dishes or flush the toilet. I'm guessing that the flood must have damaged the septic field, because with a few months use a year, it should have been good forewver withouit a pumpout.

Rodney whacks the weeds. He also mows the graveyard in town.

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