The vegetation is about as green it gets, pea soup green, and it’s not even officially summer but we noticed a few limbs on some of the big trees near our house are still not green. They’re dead so it’s time for a visit from Bruce O’Neil, the tree surgeon. He told me he usually does his estimates on Saturday but this one is his birthday, 65, so he’s stopping by on Sunday morning. We normally would be sitting on the porch in our pjs reading the Times but I plan to be dressed like a lumberjack when he gets here.
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