Friday, September 05, 2008

Well she's 5 feet high and rising

No, I'm not talking about Angela, it's my old nemesis fireweed.  It has taken over Mom's house and must be removed before snowfall.  Actually, the weed isn't the real issue, it's what lurks beneath.  A high speed weed wacker tends to eviscerate whatever it encounters, often sending unmentionables into the face and hair of the wackee.  So wish me luck...

2 comments:

Clarity's Dad said...

Glad to see you're back from the bush and taking the whacking job seriously, remember to count all your toes after your done. And be careful what you say about skipping the kids. Clarity misses her uncle John, have a great winter and maybe we'll see you next summer. By the way, if we stick Clarity in the plane floats do we have to pay for her fare??

Rachael Ann said...

Funny, I learned the other day not to bike over piles of random dog poo in the rain w/out any mud guards on my tires...