The yard finally got mowed today. We had weeks of sunshine, then a week of rain, and that week just set every weed and blade of grass to growing. But today, it's beautiful. So this is how we live on a good week. Out in the country, we deal with every critter known to man and the moles are just one. Then come the ground hogs. My husband and friends shortened the skirts on the blue spruce some time back. That first evening, one ground hog, who'd been living under one tree, popped his head up and seemed confused for some time. I believe he's vacated for a more prime location not quite so out there.
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