One of the first times we get to see the Peach looking like his brother Erwin. When he sets his jaw and narrows his eyes, his cheekbones stand out. Rommel looked like the Peach when he was younger.
I just got back from Dryad’s Rest. These people are amazing. I was something of the original advisor on some of this, but all I have to do is suggest something to help, or find them the information on the ‘net and they’re off and running
They had a lot of pruning waste laying around those fifty acres until I taught them (or reminded them) how to make wattle and/or twig fencing. I told them that on a true working farm there should not be a scrap of anything useless or waste; everything should cycle back around to use, just like in the natural world.
I’ve been told they’ve not only been using up the pruning, but now they need more!
I wish someone would hire me as an organizer and idea woman; they’d get their money worth.
Just had a problem about that kind of thing. My landlord and a friend of his cleaned my yard here. The friend needs a course in enemy recognition. On the south side of the house, he left the crabgrass and yanked up my Gloire de Dijon rose that was just getting well established at the beginning of its second year. By the time I found what he had done, he was long gone, and the poor rose was stuffed into one of three lawn waste bags, so far down that I couldn’t find it. Believe me, I tried.
Went online and bought another. You can’t get Gloire at the local Home Depot. And they’re not exactly cheap, either.
AND… your landlord paid for it, correct? Or gave you a discount? Does he eat a lot of cow meat? Remember; cow-eaters are controlled by cattle hormones, and cattle want to see nothing out there but grass and their own kind (The occasional hamburger or chicken leg doesn’t do it; it’s the addict that falls into the condition. Remember Bush’s cheese-and-baloney sandwiches? Double whammy).
He’s spent a year putting up with me paying late because of a financial problem, and was nice about it. I’ll return the favor. Cow? Well his friend, whom I assume was the actual culprit, lokked pretty beefy. I guess that explains it. Hell, the rose was on a tripod trellis and had a plastic stake with its name on it right there. It didn’t occur to me that it needed to be defended.
The Cattle People cannot see past themselves and their own herd. You must grab the ring in their nose and make them SEE what they are NOT to do. And it has to be a territorial matter. I just had frozen watermelon for lunch,… and raw salmon for breakfast.