“The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard…”
I sit in my garden reading, writing, the afternoon punctuated by the sound of a neighbor blowing leaves off his lawn. From the other direction I can hear a chainsaw in its spasmodic ripping and I wonder which neighborhood tree is being trimmed or taken down. Many of us move to a place like … Continue reading “The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard…”
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