Day Ninteen

Happy Birthday Emmy.  Big eleven today.  Two more years and a teenager.

Today was a beautiful day, up in the 60's.  George spent the day playing on the tractor.  This is Gustav, the stump of a huge oak down on the fence between us and Dan that was blown over the night Gustav blew through here at the end of August, 2008.  He started working trying to dig it out last fall.  To me this is just stupid make work but George sees things differently.  I do not see that it makes any difference in anything whether the stump is here or somewhere else.  It is a big waste of money and time trying to move it.  Besides, how many people do you know that have a stump with a name.

Tomorrow, end of the work week.  Hurrah!