Sweet Weather
What is not to like about a 55-degree day.
For several days the KNUJ radio station has had a lot of snowblowers on their swap shop. I would not be disappointed if we have a brown Christmas. People in the southern states do it all the time. Dennis does have the blower ready to go that Kevin gave him years ago. He even dug his heavy boots out of storage.
The safety pin brigade was begun this morning on the quilt project on the church tables. Those large pins, aka: diaper pins worked really well until my baggie for them was empty. That’s alright as my hands needed a break anyway. I would say I am about half done with that task.
Dennis’ nephew, the crete guy, is still taking on jobs for his crew. Brett does clear new jobs with his foreman, Dennis’ grandson Ryan, as these fellows have been at it for a long season. Starting at five in the morning as the concrete plant here in town will work with whatever as long as they have notice.
We had decided not to put out corn for the deer, as did our neighbors to the north. Actually the DNR advises not to. Getting them too dependent for food only pulls the deer into places that are not good for them as evident last winter when two bucks got into it and one jumped our picket fence and did damage. Deer are pretty to look at . . . somewhere else. Dennis can recall that in his younger days, deer were not found here. All the hunters went up north. Strange how things evolve.
I am on to stitching in my bedroom porch, perched upon my cherry red chair soaking up sunshine and doing a bit of traffic watching.
With that I take my leave. ♥