Heavy rains last week brought down a very large (and decidedly dead) tree, which snapped another one in half as it fell. By some miracle, no grave markers were struck — the trunk came down right between them, narrowly missing several headstones, including that of H. F. Jonathan. We were very thankful for that. A little less thankful, though, for the gigantic mess that was generated by the crash landing.
Well, we had hoped to have the whole place looking ship shape in time for Memorial Day, but that might have been a wee bit ambitious…. Still, we have made tons of progress over the past few weeks, knocking down knee-, thigh-, and chest-high weeds, picking up literally (?!) thousands of sticks and branches, and hauling everything to what we affectionately call Mount Brushmore on the side of the road.
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