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hi all love coffee
I like my women just like my coffee
hi all love coffee
Howdy ya fargin misfits. Outside working today. First yard work and then into the garden. Hot and humid....why couldn't I have done this before the heat moved in. Eyes are stinging from sweat and pretty much soaking wet. When it is all said and done here is the result. Still no maters. Was hoping for this week......Slow year for them. Waiting....
Radishes on top and beets lower right. Anybody want any squash?
Same here brother. My Wife makes hot sauce and salads but still cant use them all.I got more tomatoes than I know what to do with. Anybody have a good recipe for fresh spaghetti sauce ?
Kinda what I'd already thought. Watch it back fire, big time.
Blonde and sweet?I like my women just like my coffee
Blonde and sweet?
Yowza. This one works fine. Spread it aroundKinda what I'd already thought. Watch it back fire, big time.
What a mornin'!!
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I just got done scaring myself half to death -- my Beautiful Witch's flame tree (that's its real name -- AKA: poinciana) in my back yard has to have serious trimming done every 3 years or so. The branches of this kind of beast will grow until the tree is a hundred feet across, and those branches will come down right to the grass.
So early-early afore it gets too hot... there I yam, way up on my big stepladder, waving my chainsaw ONE-HANDED (could not use two and still remain ten feet up). When the saw finally got through the 5" thick branch, the twenty-foot cut-off branch came down and whacked Himself if the left arm... followed by the still-whizzing chainsaw.
The fargin limb saved my arm from having an artery cut open!!!!! The chain hit the limb in the split-second that it was between the whirring chain and Unca-arm. O jeez.
Continuing with the action, I fell offa the ladder. Owie. Managed to throw the chainsaw on the way down so I din' land on the sucker.
I am really getting too fargin old for this kind of thing. Not only that, but I am running out of parts.
Here's the best part (from my POV). I stopped crying and moved the stepladder to the next branch. I did a total of four. (pant, puf)
Then, I dragged each of the logs to my woodpile about 200' away. (wheeze <-- I was all out of pant-pufs).
So here I sit, after showering off sawdust, dirt, and mebbe a little spilled pee, ready to whip my weight in butterflies.
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