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How long did you say till suppertime?
A new soil sifter comes in handy as Tuck prepares a section of the terrace bed for resetting bricks that had been lifted from their alloted spaces in the basketweave pattern under pressure from expanding Silver Maple roots.
Posted by Sissy Willis on May 19, 2008 at 06:38 PM in Look to the animals, Plantarum | Permalink
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I've got freaking ants under my front (herringbone brick) walk!
And an 8-year old with a power mower who does my front lawn - for $25 and it's worth every penny!
The kids are gorgeous, as always!
Gayle Miller |
May 20, 2008 at 02:06 PM
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