Diary 135

Diary 135

Friday, July 31st

The excitement today (for me) was the arrival of the guys who trim trees back. They set to work early, did not pause, and did a superb job. The only thing that got in the way was a very large raccoon and kit, perched high in the branches some of which we’d hoped to trim back. She wasn’t about to move. No amount of activity around her, no rattling chainsaws could divert her. Sensibly the gentlemen elected not to disturb her further. You can see her, just, in the picture – lolling like a movie star in a Beverly Hills pool wondering why the drinks service is so slow.

May we all be so unflappable.