I learned that one too. I like the emoticon better.Yes, I do, but I didn't actually spell that one out - I used the cute little emoticon and it was censored.
I learned that one too. I like the emoticon better.Yes, I do, but I didn't actually spell that one out - I used the cute little emoticon and it was censored.
Granddaughter's Arbor Day tree from last year.
Red oak.
Was doing very well until the kid I hired got too close and it sucked under his mower.
That was three weeks ago.
Now look!
Twerp is coming up from the stub.[emoji106]
Granddaughter's Arbor Day tree from last year.
Red oak.
Was doing very well until the kid I hired got too close and it sucked under his mower.
That was three weeks ago.
Now look!
Twerp is coming up from the stub.[emoji106]
People can be real assholes.
Yes, that's what my trees are.
I don't live in a subdivision and have one neighbor near my property line... and the waterline runs between us, so I won't be planting on that side of the property.
I do, always, look into the future whenever I plant something in my yard, seeing in my minds eye what it will look like fifty, or a hundred years from now.
However, beyond that, I have no control over the future and most especially after I'm dead and gone.
If the next property owner after me wants to cut these down, so be it.
I just might come back and haunt them though.
I know I am limited to how many I can plant on my 2.5 acres.
I might secretly plant them elsewhere.
Where have you been? we been askin about you. good to see you postin again.I love that quote, thanks for sharing.
Btw, I was able to order some trees from the Forestry Department last fall: 25 white pine, 25 yellow poplar, and 25 white oak. I planted 55 before I literally ran out of room...
The oak and poplar are doing better than I expected for a spring planting and most of the pine are hanging in there, I lost a few.
Awww, you missed me?Where have you been? we been askin about you. good to see you postin again.
Of course.Awww, you missed me?
missed you, too.Of course.
Gibberish nonsense I can handle. It's the meanness I grew weary of.I just figured you grew weary of all our gibberish nonsense.
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