Wow, went almost the whole month of August without an entry, only that one way back. Sorry. Not much to say really.
We seem to have survived the Big Blow, otherwise known as Hurricane Irene. But she changed names to Tropical Storm Irene when she got past New York City and came up into New England. So we didn’t really survive a Hurricane, but just a Tropical Storm.
The grounds surrounding the cottage are a mess with branches (not too large, though) and leaves and crap that got blown down from all the trees around here. And we have lots of trees. I kind of wish we could eliminate the humongous oak tree in the front garden, but Paul won’t have it. I despise and detest that tree. It’s a dirty tree – meaning it drops way too many acorns all over the lawn and they are a pain in the neck to clean up. It also drops other things from its branches which make another kind of a mess all over the place. If we had a winning lottery ticket, I would consider hiring a tree removal company to come and take it out. But we don’t. So it stays.
Hurricane, aka Tropical Storm, Irene, you can kiss my grits. Good riddance to you and may there be no more of your ilk in the near future for us.
I don’t know what Mother Nature thinks she is doing to this Earth lately, but it’s not funny, not even fun, and just downright frustrating.
How about a nice coolish sunny day once in a while?