The neighbor's fence is finished and has been since June 12th, I took photos and forgot to post them until a blog friend asked about the fence. We have put all repair ($$$$) on hold until we find out if the meds will help Bob.
Our yard waste goes in the blue bin, the big stick is one of two Sea-grape sticks I saved for walking sticks, after hurricane Milton.
That stick is perfect to hold on to while bending over picking up sticks, I can brace myself and pick up about 6 sticks at one bend over and not fall on my head.
The schefflera tree is the one just to the left of the blue bin. the entire stick of leaves drops, and the leaves come off. Bob has always just mulched the sticks and leaves and no need to pick them up.
Once, my neighbor Willie saw me picking up sticks and said Whatcha doing over there, DieHard.
the new name he gave me after hurricane clean up
When the young men who installed the fence, built this barricade, with a gate they took down from the neighbors yard and they left a half section of our leaning rotten fence, because if it is moved, there is a hole just the right size for a big fat nosy dog to dive through.
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Baby Girl, now an angel, was the most stubborn dog on the planet |
Dan will remove the gate and our fence and patch the hole, next time he comes to work
our old fence, had wire all the way across to keep Angel Baby Girl from digging under the fence. She is angel now but was not when on this earth. I took the photos to show there is 2 feet between our fence line and the neighbors.
I filled the space between the strangler fig tree, with debris until Dan comes, I don't want Beau on the other side of it until the hole is fixed. the space you see is not an outlet, there is a chain-link fence there, our fence. Moving debris is how I met the granddaddy long legs that climbed my arm.