Good morning, chainsaw.
Was woken up this morning by the sound of chainsaws. “Goddamn neighbor,” I thought. “Won’t rest until his entire yard’s bare.”
Not so much.
In the good column, they’ve cut back the brush down by the creek. In the not-so-good column–they’ve cut nearly all of it down… and they’re leaving it in big, unattractive piles by the creek bed. Cause you know, nothing says ‘easy drainage’ than a big old pile of sticks and branches where lots of copperheads can live. Thanks, Township. Sigh.
I need to plant more trees.