Doesn’t look like an evil tree now does it? But as it sheds its gazillion tiny leaves and they drop into the front yard, on to and across the roof, and blow into the pool…my thoughts about it are not real pleasant. I know…I know…I could be shoveling mountains of snow back in Iowa. So I’ll stop complaining, suck it up, and rake those gazillion leaves. Then I’ll skim the pool so it doesn’t look like it has a rug laying on top of it…a rug of leaves.
Ahhhh, the results of my efforts. A clean pool.
Mr. Scoop, the Pelican, guards the front walk. But he doesn’t guard for leaves.
And Myron has adjusted quite well…again. Seems to make himself at home all over the house.
Since this is supposed to be a travel blog, I will now get back to writing about travel, travel tips, and places to go. I promise.