Nothing so debilitating as spending a string of sleepless nights and having to do brain work during the day..I guess not being out with the scythe prevents me from chopping something off or decapitating a pooch.
At least the apple trees my old dad gave me a few years ago are bending with fruit this year. I know, I know I should pick a few off each cluster to improve the ones left..I'm letting a few wasps feast on the runty ones instead. We have a nice dialogue going on...
By now, a few days afters starting to write this post, I have with great care not to upset the yellow and black striped folk..picked off the rotting and half consumed apples..the trees are still so young and the fruit so heavy.
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