Last night, a branch on our Bradford Pear tree fell. No wind, no rain, no cause but a weak (unpruned!) tree, I guess. So today, My Honey and all of the Lambies are working on cutting the branch up and pruning the tree. I am taking pictures to document the fun and making a Big Breakfast to feed all the hard workers. I love my job!
ETA: Of course, after making, and eating, breakfast I joined the family in the work. It took several hours, but we got it mostly done. Our green can is full, it will get picked up Tuesday, and we'll fill it right away again. It will probably take a month to get all the branches and leaves hauled away. I wish we had a chipper! Then we'd have lots of free mulch rather than a pile that means an extra weekly chore.
We brought down all the shoes from the attic to sort, pair up and thin out. Favorite shoes that were 'lost' were found. Others were found to be too small. I heard groans and squeals at the same time.
Here they are all sorted. Any too small for my youngest boy and girl went to the garage sale box. I also thinned the number of any size smaller than Women's 8. How many pairs of shoes could Missy possibly need? She's the only one with reasonably sized feet around here! Every other girl in the family wears an 8 or above. Boys shoes get worn out so fast I buy every pair I can find at a decent price. I don't mind keeping more of them.
He's a tough kid! He just does what needs to be done.
Milk and Greek yogurt helps it go down. He's also been known to use applesauce or saltine crackers.
The milk has something in it that cuts the hotness of the garlic.
All done! His count was down to normal the next day, despite the runny nose and sore throat continuing.
Nothing makes my heart so glad as seeing my boys working like men. Today was the first mow of the season and the thick backyard grass wasn't all that dry. Vic sure enjoys making the yard neat and clean. I'm glad he takes such pride in his work...
...even if he wears hippie-shoes to do it.
