I spent my weekend planting trees. Eight of them in my backyard. The willow below now stands in the sight line between my patio and the neighbor's. It serves to obscure the view between the two houses. Or, as Liss put it upon seeing pictures of the layout "Dear Neighbors: I hate you and don't want to have to look at you. Love, Deeky." That may be a bit harsh: I don't hate them, I just like my privacy. And I think their patio could use a good cleaning.
Less than 30 minutes after getting the willow upright, Kali gives her approval of the new tree:
"Okay, so how to I get down from here?"
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