As part of our home renovations, we have been tearing out all the sad looking 60-ish brush that until recently has been passed off as trees and bushes. This rather large, unsightly object met its demise this month and our view of the mountains to the east has never been better. Our lack of a very obvious landmark to distinguish our driveway from the neighbors, though, has caused a few embarrassing moments.
And here is Daddy's little helper. Thomas was enamored of the tree cutting, but watched from a very far, very safe distance. (He has a rather funny and peculiar dislike of loud noises.) Mary Alice on the other hand, is drawn to loud motorized objects... and the tasting of other outdoor manly utensils.
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