Gus and the possum had a meeting. Heh. Heh. Good old Gus.
Peepers--it's not even spring yet; Peepers.
Peepers climbing up the doorwindow drive Homesteader insane. Yes!
It takes me five minutes to drive the first fifty yards from my
driveway on Country Road 25 in the morning. The road does not have
malicious, monstrous, cavernous, malevolent pot holes. It is a
malicious, monstrous, cavernous, malevolent pot hole. Not to mention
that the swamp has flooded the road.
Up at 5:30; home at 10:30--no chance to walk The Acres today. Sigh.
Did I mention--Peepers!
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