Saturday, June 09, 2007
A dash to Little Blake
I delivered Nan and Jo to Sidetrack with an ulterior motive. If I got them there for a weekend escape, I could uncover the convertible and drive it home for the summer. They could drive themselves home. (Nancy was a co-conspirator in this project. Maybe she wants to commute to south Minneapolis in the little car this week.)
When we arrived, we discovered that the storm on June 7 had dropped a pine tree right in the driveway. It had broken off at ground level, and since it was about 15 feet tall and 8 inches in diameter at the base, it was just a bit too heavy to move.
Skip offered a parking space in his yard and his efforts to cut up the offending tree on Saturday morning. An offer not to be refused. (There's always Jeff's Lake Services Unlimited if necessary. Or I could re-learn to use my chain saw and haul it up there.)
In any case, everything else looked good. Although the bleeding heart in the retaining wall garden seems more intent on blossoming than growing tall.
I helped unload the car and light the space heater (lows last night were predicted to be in the 50s).
I pulled the mouse decorated cover (some critters had been occupying the rafters) off the car, put the top down, and snapped on the tonneau (boot cover ). Then, after saying goodbye, I drove home. (Although I did have to stop part way home to don a sweat shirt because the wind chill was getting fierce as the sun went down.)
But that gets away from the Sidetrack story.
When we arrived, we discovered that the storm on June 7 had dropped a pine tree right in the driveway. It had broken off at ground level, and since it was about 15 feet tall and 8 inches in diameter at the base, it was just a bit too heavy to move.Skip offered a parking space in his yard and his efforts to cut up the offending tree on Saturday morning. An offer not to be refused. (There's always Jeff's Lake Services Unlimited if necessary. Or I could re-learn to use my chain saw and haul it up there.)
In any case, everything else looked good. Although the bleeding heart in the retaining wall garden seems more intent on blossoming than growing tall. I helped unload the car and light the space heater (lows last night were predicted to be in the 50s).
I pulled the mouse decorated cover (some critters had been occupying the rafters) off the car, put the top down, and snapped on the tonneau (boot cover ). Then, after saying goodbye, I drove home. (Although I did have to stop part way home to don a sweat shirt because the wind chill was getting fierce as the sun went down.)
But that gets away from the Sidetrack story.
