Imagine a nice gravel patio back there behind the house, off the kitchen. Edged by stones. Walkway to the driveway. Surrounded by plants, shaded by trees. Off the kitchen, with a grill shown top left. A gray wood picnic table, and a pair of Adirondacks. Pitcher of iced tea and a summer Friday.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Sinking Around, Awaiting Assistance
Sometimes, instead of hauling very large downed tree branches out of the forest by hand, I use my handy Honda to do the legwork. To me, it is amazing how quickly things can go wrong. One minute, it's a handy, jaunty success branch after branch, then the next minute you are knee deep in muck and so is your trusty companion. Thanks to two neighbors -- first Louie, then Gary -- who both had to bring their huge American trucks, and about an hour later I was hosing the thing off.
Know what's so scary, at least to me? I had the wheels dug in so far that the entire muffler, gas tank and undercarriage was stuck right into the ground too. I had literally run my Honda CRV aground, as if I was a ill-skilled skiff captain in some random backwater.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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