My Snapper is in its tenth season and is starting to show some wear. The whole lawn was done and I was rinsing some debris off when it died, not to restart. I rolled it into the garage to ponder, but I suspect it’s just the valves have self-adjusted themselves out of adjustment. Again.

A meeting in a different building, iron work and doors and tiles.

Grandma Johnson’s Christmas Cake recipe makes two cakes. One is eaten in December, the other one gets wrapped and frozen. The start of the kids’ band camp seemed like a good reason to bring it out.

Some significant pain in my knee, so these got tested today. They worked, thankfully.

A little behind on the yard work … this is a common scene across Georgia at this time of year, old homes being taken in.

Most drives towards town involve passing a chicken truck. Of late, it’s been logging trucks.

Someplace there’s a sketch for an animated character that looks a little like this shadow.