The birds go absolutely crazy in the spring. The blackbirds get up on the house gables and sing a really beautiful song. This big boy has a good position and is sure to get one of the hot local birds... (boom, boom)
Here the modern suburban male packs his woodshed. God damn that puts hair on the chest.
I had to get up in the apple trees and go amok with the garden shears to cut away the shoots without buds (flower buds = apples). They say if you so this you get bigger apples. Hopefully, we get a good pile of apples out of them. In true suburban home owner-style I have now have a bunch of new gadgets that I need to get. Click here for a gift idea.
We are making the most of the initial enthusiasm with the gardens and trying to get some things done. Hopefully it does not totally disappear. ;-)
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