tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692381227518715081.post7238047490434480846..comments2024-03-28T22:04:16.157-04:00Comments on A Day in the Life: The Lumberjack #SOL22Leigh Anne Eckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558611848583070310noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692381227518715081.post-37561967787248110632022-03-29T22:40:13.447-04:002022-03-29T22:40:13.447-04:00I feel like I'm there with you and your neighb...I feel like I'm there with you and your neighbors - it's funny how events like this cause all the neighbors to come out. In my old neighborhood, we all went outside if there was a rainbow. :) onathought.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17785387207484182433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692381227518715081.post-63983641823787739792022-03-29T20:58:12.337-04:002022-03-29T20:58:12.337-04:00Funny how tree trimming brings your neighborhood t...Funny how tree trimming brings your neighborhood together. My parents have a tree trimmer who climbs their trees to trim them (They live on a lake and their property has a steep slant to the water.) He always puts on an amazing show!Jill Blesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01068980673737512635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692381227518715081.post-11949395926130738342022-03-29T19:36:51.153-04:002022-03-29T19:36:51.153-04:00We like to call them cowboys in my house. They are...We like to call them cowboys in my house. They are definitely cut from the same cloth. It is indeed a skill and an art. Christie Wymanhttps://wonderingandwondering.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com