It hasn’t been an especially wet Monsoon but it hasn’t been dry, either. And I think guess on top of how green things got this time last year, the plants are just primed for a good growing season.
Anyway…
The trimmer, loppers and I had a morning appointment at Ian’s place, trying to keep it from looking like nobody lives there … even though nobody lives there.
On that note, one thing that makes me kind of sad…
The once much-trodden path between Ian’s and Landlady’s places is closing up. Since she no longer owns her place – and so I no longer do maintenance there or store stuff in her barn – I only occasionally walk there, always for chicken chores. Mostly my walkies take me in other directions and I ride or drive to the chickens. The sight of that disused path, which is kind of an important part of my history here, made me sad. So…
…I opened it up again, all the way to the wash. Doesn’t really change anything. I just felt like it.
Will someone be moving into landlady’s?
It’s my understanding that for now it’ll be a vacation house for the neighbors’ extended family. They’re doing a lot of work inside.
Hope you don’t lose your egg supply.
Joel: sometimes a symbolic act like that is what we need.