Act of Caring
I finally managed to get myself out there to rake up all the leaves. That lead me to trim some annoying tree branches that constantly irritate me i the summer, when the leaves and berries make the limb heavy enough to end up in eye line. Meanwhile in an effort to compact all the branches that I cut off, and was attempting to stack, every amateur neurologist of my acquaintance has diagnosed me with a concussion. ... bygones ...
In final words on the success of today's yard work, i have moved the Porsche to the back yard, where it will remain until the siren call of robins on the morning in April of 2017.
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