Ginx snewx

All my tools are electric. Govt needs to get the frig out of our lives. Like someone mentioned stick dealing with homelessness, crime, the economy and keeping the country safe. If people want to go electric that's there choice. Fuck mandates

That's not what the article says.

Lol ok. Do you have a gas mower? Snowblower, car, truck, motorcycle if yes then SU

I mean I hate the things but again Govt over reach.

Go early tailgate,park on left opposite the main sidewalk crossing. Park Southside of main crossing they stop traffic heading south on north side of main crossing. Wen to see Chesney left during encore and had zero traffic

Summer to date

Catch up to 2023. This Buds for you.

Enjoy a great winter lol. All our Oaks are hurting. Just been a brutal last 10 years for our forests. From gypsy moths, ash borers to tropical storms and wet snowstorms they are decimated and those living aren't looking healthy. Dead trees dropped in the monsoon. It's crazy. A hurricane would probably clear cut acres and acres.

Finally opened windows last night felt and smelled amazing with scents of bud mixed in.

Nams ruin Sat with LP development offshore Long Island but outlier for now...

Fawn update?

We chamber

Huge blue berries.

Sunday

I am begging for dry weather to avoid root rot, tomatoes turning black, fungus on buds. Need a solid week of no rain hot sun. Dry this bitch out.

ACK? Beach has been awesome with a constant breeze, cool water temps. Tons of driftwood came in the other day, saw one about 50 feet long.

Sunday is COC. Stein lol you funny. Hasn't rained in 2 days here and the ground is still saturated. Could go 2 weeks now.

Skiing Bears & Beer (Verse 1) In a little town called Stowe, Where the mountains rise and the wild wind blows, There lived a man, they called him Mr. Bratten, A legend in these parts, no one could flatten. (Chorus) Mr. Bratten, skiing bears and beer, Living life with no trace of fear, On those slopes, he'd glide without a care, A country hero with a wild flair. (Verse 2) He'd wake up every morn' with the rising sun, Strap on his skis, ready for some fun, Through the snowy peaks, he'd carve his way, With bears as companions, he'd laugh and play. (Chorus) Mr. Bratten, skiing bears and beer, Living life with no trace of fear, On those slopes, he'd glide without a care, A country hero with a wild flair. (Bridge) From the mountain tops to the honky-tonk bars, Mr. Bratten's legend spread near and far, He'd down a cold one, raise his glass up high, Toast to the adventures that made him fly. (Verse 3) Now, the townsfolk gathered 'round the fire, Listening to tales that would never tire, Of Mr. Bratten's daring escapades, Skiing bears and beer, no one could persuade. (Chorus) Mr. Bratten, skiing bears and beer, Living life with no trace of fear, On those slopes, he'd glide without a care, A country hero with a wild flair. (Outro) Though Mr. Bratten's no longer here, His spirit lingers, forever near, In our hearts, we'll remember his name, The man who skied with bears, his claim to fame.

Love every one of them Pandora station Country Rock Rebels

There is no better talent than at a country concert.

Great to watch rain dry up as it approaches

See that 10 mile visit in Westerly on Brian's map.

Probably, that and yesterday's storms. Strong southerlies. My nephew and family from Cali rented out this house with beach passes for the month.

Woah thought we were done with this schizzle 4.24 guy up the hill 3/4 mile 4.78 Stratus