I've been told that my spelling is unpredictable. It's good spelling but it's unpredictable 'n the letters get in the wrong places.
The nights are stretching out a little longer now that it's October…Facebook friends in other parts of the country are talking about crispy cool fall daze….(can't help it, sounds like a do-nut)…northern California takes a little longer to get there but according to the local weather guru's, we're gonna get some weather…next week…maybe…well…pretty sure…
with a big temperature drop and 'real' rain…for all those living elsewhere than norCal 'n maybe unaccustomed to virga, what they mean by 'real' rain is stuff that actually hits the ground 'n forms puddles 'n stuff like that…here in norCal, on a rainy day, you can walk bareheaded to the mailbox 'n back 'thout actually getting wet…
Anyway, it wuz darker a little longer this morn (even the roosters slept in) but as I wuz working on my morning coffee, I heard sounds of Nabor Doug 'n his leaf blower…I told him yest'iday that he had one of the finest leaf collections that I'd seen so far this year…I prob'ly shudn't have praised him so much but I sumtimes wish that I c'd get him to bring that noisy contraption down to my south forty…
Down in the City of Sacramento, the people gather their leaves 'n pile 'em on the street in front of their homes 'n the City comes by with a monster machine they call 'The Claw' 'n scoops up the piles, masticates them 'n spits them out as mulch…I don't think they sell the mulch but given the state of financial disarray, they should….Once upon a time, the rice farmers of California burned the rice hulls until they were forced by law to find another way to dispose of them…now, they sell them…at a profit…go figure….
"What I say is that weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them." a.a.milne
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