Foliage

Rust never sleeps, Dad used to say. And the trees that didn't block the TV satellite last year, will certainly grow enough the following spring to do so this year.


Thanks to a contact through Renne at knitting group (she knows everyone!), two strapping young men came yesterday to remove the offending branches for the nominal fee of $30. With ropes and crampons, chain saw and courage, Ragen scampered 50 feet up my giant ash, while Renne's friend Renn stayed on belay. Fifteen minutes later, I had a patch of blue sky and TV reception again!


And an added bonus--a big bunch of mistletoe to dry, hang and admire (and maybe smooch under, when Bill comes home?):


Surprise! Last night, we had a late (Mid-May? Very late!) freak frost predicted, so at 11 pm, I ran out and covered all the seedlings on the porch:

There's always something that needs to be done around here!