I have a little time on my hands, so I'm sifting through the pictures of this summer. I came across these . . . in July, my parents had 110 mph straight winds with suspicion of rotation. In other words, it was windy.
These trees popped a hole in the sewer pipe . . . August helped Grampa Rog fix it up.
They have lots of truffula trees now . . .
Good thing this was the old pickup. (And no, that is not a dead cat on the hood. Not sure what it is, but it is not that.)
The sand box is under this, um, greenery.
Uncle James wielded the chain saw at this point. I said, "Hey, Dad, isn't it a good thing you didn't already have the garage tinned?" Heh, heh. (It's been like a decade since he said he was going to tin the garage. I thought it was funny.)