Had to cut the strings to a long distance dating attempt with a city boy (he just didn't get the wood thing....nor did I want it) .....making progress with a guy who works in urgent care.....figure I'll need that when a tree falls on me or my toy chain saw bites off more than it can chew....Happy Valentines Day to you lovers out there you make me sick
Oh Boy, the WI Interstate 94,894,41,45, zoo interchange, and its not even finished yet. Happy Valentines Day - the local gendarmes were out in force this morning giving everyone gifts.
And an exemplary job you must do...question....isn't your neck of the woods flatland devoid of trees? How far do you travel in your golf cart to cut day and night?
But those trees! Those trees! All my life I've been searching for trees such as these! I felt a great leaping of joy in my heart. I knew just what I'd do! I unloaded my cart. In no time at all, I had built a small shop. Then I chopped down a tree with one chop! Now chopping one tree at a time was too slow. So I quickly invented my Super-Axe-Hacker which whacked off four trees at one smacker. From outside in the fields (Shelby) came a sickening smack of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall. The very last tree of them all!
O Twas dark and dreary as March drew on near, many a sounds re-verbed on our ears. Sounds of the birds looking for mates, the croaking of frogs seeking their dates. But alas as we see, all was not good, Scavenger the Ravenger was looking for wood. Singing their songs the Birds did their best, trying to woo the males to their nest. The frolick and splashing of Frogs sounded so Good, But Scavenger the Ravenger still needed some wood. Neither oak nor Maple to add to her stash, Scavenger the Ravenger is looking for Ash. Hicker Billy Poetry 101 Gary
Moving my ash today in preparation for the pallet building extravaganza....trying to stir up someone to split a bottle of wine with is like writing good poetry....
