I pulled out the cart and picked up limbs around a Pecan tree we are losing to old age. (Pecans have a life expectancy of 125 years.) It is right on the white wooden fence line and I believe we will have to take it down before it falls. Removing two-story hardwood trees ain’t easy nor inexpensive.
Hubby helped with the hole filling next to the backyard gate. The roof to our horribly ugly carport is covered in tar and pea gravel. When it rains hards the gravel falls down the drainage spouts and looks kinds like a river delta. Optimistic hubby collects the leavings and travels back onto the roof to replace. This time we used it to fill the hole; so, I don’t get all muddy pawed when I feed the hounds.
Removed the tacky empty pots that took up residence in our corner driveway. Scraped the concrete clean (lots of juicy fishing worms) and worked the muck into the lawn. It will be all ready for spring!
Later that afternoon, hubby and I went a-cannin’ along Frontage Road. We came home with three bags full! Not exactly a community service, but not a community dis-service, either!!!
