The Corn is as High….

The Final Stretch

West Wall Before:

After:

Front Corner Before:

After:

24 feet to go...

Our house is surrounded by rock beds. I wrote about them earlier. I am determined to get the beds back to what they once were, years before we bought the house.

See No Evil

Gypsy pretends she is an Ostrich during a recent storm, burying her head under son's bed. She is a great predictor of afternoon storms!

The Conversation Went Something Like This...

Dreaming: Honey, I'm thinking of getting an electric string trimmer.

Mr. Dreamy: Why would you want one of those? We have the gas one already.

Dreaming: I've never been able to get the weed wacker started.

Mr. Dreamy: Oh, it's easy. Let me show you…
First, you have to make sure it has fuel.

Dreaming: OK. I see.

Mr. Dreamy: Then, you pump this little bulb until this little fuel line has no more bubbles in it. See?

Dreaming: Oh, OK. I guess that's what I have done wrong in the past.

Mr. Dreamy: Then you push this switch all the way to the top. You grab it here, on the handle, holding the trigger. Then you pull the cord. Like this.

Dreaming: Yes, I see.

Mr. Dreamy: Well, sometimes you have to put this switch back toward the middle. Then pull a few times.

Dreaming: Uh huh.

Mr. Dreamy: Well, if it still won't start, then pull the switch all the way back. Then pull a few times.
I think maybe I've flooded it. I'll have to try starting it later.

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Maybe I should rethink the whole thing and get a goat!

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