Since I write on Tuesday for a Wednesday morning pick-up, I missed discussing last Thursday’s impressive rainfall. Violet helped pile bags of compost on the edge of my driveway. The water was rushing and threatened to come in the kitchen door. Yikes. On one of the job sites, a gutter failed and filled a large stone planting pot. Nicely spread compost and mulch formed rivers into lawns. Sigh!
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Thursday July 11, 2024
Beige and brown and tan and black, with horns spiraled or semicircular or in undulating waves, a legion of goats marched up the hill toward us, bleating in anticipation of fresh grass and leaves.