Meanwhile, the West Liberty Street golden and red delicious orchard is approaching the time for sweet applesauce. Will this year's crop be their last harvest?
Work continues on the never-ending fixer-upper I call home. The battle this spring has been with a colony of squatters: ants.
A leaky pipe in the kitchen ceiling was the attraction. It was repaired, but they took a lot of persuading (and pesticides) to move out.
Below is what the former property manager of this house called a 20-year-roof. And I'm a white-faced saki monkey.
This will be replaced before the snow flies. Permit's already been pulled.