It’s “relaxing”  to focus my attention on the blog. It’s too windy to continue burning. Between raking leaves, I hosed planters, and miscellaneous, and started the “everything’s free”  corner of my yard sale.

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“Still going” because “someone” keeps  piling leaves on the fire.

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Look what I published on January 22, 2018.

National Hug Day. (Click the link; read all about it.)

Squirrel Appreciation Day. (Click the link, check it out.)

I waited all year for this day and almost missed it due to National Hug Day. I have so many pictures of cute squirrel antics. I’ve shared  lots of pictures over the months but refer you to some the most recent….

Bountiful Blessings

Outdoor project indoors.

See this video.

“Yours truly,”  your blogger, lives in an RV community. There’s an area for folks “just passing through”; there are home-sites for “seasonal” residents. Then, some of us, year-around residents. I live across the street from the Clubhouse, on the “main” street (and see [almost] EVERYTHING and EVERYONE arriving and leaving Rainbow’s End). Motorhomes, trailers, pickup trucks, vans, cars… coming and going.

What are the odds that two identical cars would be parked at the Clubhouse at the same time? Often, half a dozen vehicles parked in that area but more than an hour with only those two identical vehicles is highly unusual.

Comment: X marks Lorraine’s location. I took above picture shortly after I arrived at Rainbo’s End. The sign has faded with the years (like this “old lady”).

…begins with the first step.”  Another title was considered “Dirty job–but somebody’s gotta do it.”

Reasonably nice afternoon and I forced myself to complete a dirty job. The ashes needed to be spread in the front yard before our next rain (within a few days).  I’d been told ashes are good for the grass and that project was started months ago. There is so much “yard” to “do” within the next few weeks, I must tackle some every day. I’m preparing for a HUGE yard sale with plants, planters, and garden paraphernalia, destined for new homes.

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Yesterday, a blog message  documented the falling temperature. Later today, I’ll survey the planters to see if damage.

In between “start” and “stop”…

Neighbor-lady, landlord, accosted me (1) accusing me of removing plants from front yard: “Where are the azalea bushes?”  I assured her I did not remove any of the plants but she didn’t accept my answer. (2) Demanding return of “her” wind chimes; (3) Access to the flag pole “because Ray liked to fly the flag” (and Ray died more than eight years ago). ~~ You ask: “Why are these complaints arising now?”  She was gone for twelve months of the thirteen months I’ve lived here. ~~ Not one word of appreciation for beautifying the “many-years-neglected” yard.

Gratefully, I’m heating homemade vegetable soup for evening meal. (No energy required.) Beautiful afternoon with lots of exercise. First: A long walk with my friend and her dog; second, yard work.