Tuesday

It’s already 72° this morning. Looking at the trees you’re given a very ambiguous picture of what season we are in. The Red oak has lost almost all of its leaves, even the balls Cypress is looking mighty bare. You have the temperature is anything but December-like.

At least the yard guys managed to mulch most of the leaves under the trees.

Well it’s time to walk out to the bus… So I’ll in this and catch you all on the other side…