Now I am sitting on my laurels.
I didn't take a BEFORE picture, because, quite frankly- it was embarrassing. Here is the AFTER.
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| Yes, this is much cleaner, hush. |
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| He did help. |
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| This is actually one something we do that I like--Kid art goes in the art gallery garage. And it never comes down. I think some of those are Bex from Kindergarten 9 years ago. |
I spent the morning cleaning up all the debris from storms. Someone explain this to me--I have these trees in the yard that have some dead branches. We get 60-70 mph straight line winds that topple healthy trees, and yet my dead limbs remain attached?
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| My dead branches |
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| And the neighbors formerly living tree. |
And just so I can leave you with a completely disgusting image. I mowed my mother-in-laws lawn yesterday. This is my feet afterward. Gross. And I was wearing gardening clogs. Even grosser. I know. But totally helps the Laurel resting argument.
