Eight years ago, we built raised planting beds in the backyard. A few years later, we redid the fence and trucked in 12 tons of gravel. This year, we took the beds out and redistributed the gravel.
Those beds were well into the ground and full of rich, dense soil that had to be moved out.
Ouch.
Early morning visits to the doctors, usually not a good sign.
Two weeks on the road left our yard in … a state. More hayed than mowed. A walk around the neighborhood showed some other scenes.
As I finished haying the yard (14 days on the road, many with rain at home, and it was thick), I spotted this in the Mrs.’ car … a simple plug took care of it, thankfully.
Wrapped the second webinar for the Poynter Institute and hopped in a car to the airport, then winged it up to Atlanta hoping the truck I’d left there 14 days ago would take me home.
It did, and the dogs wagged.
After 11 years of coming to St. Petersburg, these trees still freak me out …
Teachapalooza VII wrapped this morning and most everyone headed home. A few have Monday morning flights and I’m here for a few more days doing some webinars for the Poynter Institute.
The hotel pool is looking better than the one at home, though the Mrs. has been working on it while I’ve been on this ridiculous trip.