Saturday, April 1, 2017
Where is our Maximus?
We've got President Trump in the White House, but now we need our own Maximus to lead in the streets. He's got to be out there somewhere.
Just a little walk down memory lane. Are you old enough to remember the M79 "bloop gun."
Cool and relatively dry out there tonight, just after midnight. The dogs are all jumpy, they get up off the porch and run out a short way into the woods, raise hell, then run back. I went out there with the flood, but there's fog and it doesn't penetrate far. Unless the dogs get into trouble, you couldn't pay me to go out ten feet into those woods on a night like this.
Last season we planted blue berry bushes, and they are getting larger. Lots of berries this spring. And with the berries, will come the bears. What ever possessed us to plant blue berries on the edge of a wood, on a mountain infested with bears? Bad headwork.