We have our friend, Mr. B come once a quarter and pick up all the sticks and mulch the 5 acres of woods around the house. He came Monday and I was delighted. Tuesday as I am driving to the NH for a visit, a series of thunderstorms with plenty of wind came through. If you live near any tress, you understand what I came home to find. NOT A HAPPY CAMPER! I start yesterday after my 5 mile run and 3 mile walk to pick up the limbs and revisit this job this AM beginning at 7. By mid-morning I have a truck full and I am off to the landfill!
You do remember that I have been declared "Queen of the Landfill"? In honor of keeping up appearances and maintaining my poise and regal statute, I even changed tee shirts. (Plus after LOTS of sweat I had a wet tee shirt---You do understand) They were SO HAPPY to see me. The nice men helped me to clear out the back of the truck & I promised a return visit in a couple of days. They were so delighted and I gave them a "Queenly wave" as I drove off. You know that wave----arm crooked at a 90 degree angle at the elbow, fingers held together, and a slow back and forth wave.--REGAL & POISED TO A FAULT!