Even more off, since it was already pretty short. Now it is more shorter.
And I took a blurry picture, which is think is sufficient to show you the important part, which is that I have bangs now. I haven't had bangs in twenty years, but I'm embracing change.
I took some picture of the trees that we will see when you move here, and produce.
Do you know that I honestly don't know whether that is an elm or sycamore? I am decent at the common names of plants. I look at plants all the time, scarcely notice cars. But I read plant catalogs from cover to cover, have ever since I was little. So I know plant common names more than most. So does my sister. But I can't tell many trees at all. Chris can do trees and I'd be surprised if he could name most flowers. My Dad can do trees.
I watched them take down the giant tree next to this one. It took them three days. They cut off pieces and slowly lower them on chains to the ground. I was walking by in the morning when the trunk was cut, and I stopped to watch for an hour. They cut it down two five or six feet lengths, which they lay across the street, then cut the trunk to fall on the logs, to protect the concrete. It still shook the ground when it came down. When I walked by the next morning, people had left flowers on the stump.
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