I’ve been pounding my head against the wall for days looking for McLean relatives.
I was sure that at one point, I found a whole family tree. After hours of searching, though, I think it might have been Ron’s family.
In any event, I am worn out.
After doing almost nothing all day, Ron volunteered to cut the grass; good fellow.
We picked up baked goods at the Senior Center. Peter was passing through and stopped in for rolls, a cuke and tomatoes.
I got the manure unloaded and spread. We added chopped leaves and some of the fine tree debris.
The plan is to rent a tiller, first to mulch up the beds in the front and back and then later, to mulch the garden once it’s gone by.
Watched a glorious animated film last night from Ireland called “Song of the Sea.” It’s up for an Academy Award.