My husband alerted me to an article about an explosion in Texas. It AIN’T good. It’s awful. Let there be no barbeque jokes.

There is a nice side to blogs being passe and ones like this not read. I need to write I want to cry. I’m sad. I’m sad about my family. I’m sad about myself and the decisions I made and the fears I had. And I’m sad because I think if I had another chance, I’d mess it up just as much.

Well, it’s a lot easier on your arm muscles, but you can get carried away. Here is my pruning pile.

We have a lot of bushes – big, overgrown bushes, and the pruning saw was becoming not as fun as it was when the branches were thin. But now I have a mini chainsaw with TWO batteries and I can cut through four inch branches easily. (Oh, please don’t that sentence be a jinx,) You do have to be careful to not chainsaw yourself, but also not to become so enthralled with the easy cutting that you wind up with stumps.

I almost feel like posting a sign: Have mini-chainsaw. Will travel.