The master

The bottlebrush tree at the end of our house had spread so far it was almost on the roof. A couple of calculations later, Soul had the offending limb down and chopped into many pieces. This was after he had given the cycad a trim, reset the pool filtering system, and moved the hoya to a spot in the lapa where the autumn sun couldn’t burn its leaves. He truly is a marvel.

The sun never really broke through the clouds today making it a tad on the chilly side.

Fire lit for the first time, and an oxtail and mash supper warmed the cockles, washed down with a lovely Whole Berry Cabernet by Springfield.

It’s been a good Saturday.