The Gardening

 The weasel. Appears near the barn. Bane of the chip-o-munk.

 The cat. Trying on a new hat.

 Just vegetables. Nothing you can smoke, you damn hippies.

 Looks like a good place for a "garden".

 Gardens need raincoats too. Why not decorate the raincoats with sticks? Wood is water's natural friend. Rain goes right to the wood leaving the raincoats dry! Genius!

 Bringin' the tractor in for a tune-up. Should we be worried about the tractor graveyard?

 Horse tries to kiss Shelly. Ewww. Horses smell like horse poop.

This horse is keeping it's distance. It smelled like he just farted. Or pooped. There was poop everywhere.

 The "garden" map. Sorry, no actual treasure.

 The return of the weasel. He's in the chip-o-munk house. Bad news!

 This is how you garden! With sweet-ass hats on your melon.

 How many beers can you spot in this picture?

 Only two plots not done...

The end of a long day of hard labor. No better way to relax than to climb a tree.

If Walls Could Talk (you'd run screaming!)

 There's always more painting to be done. Think you've painted the dog for the last time? Nope, he needs another coat. This is the BEFORE of the "liberry".

 AFTER. This is "apple crisp", what we used to call "orange".

 BEFORE. Downstairs "living" room. Lights circa 1974 Rickel's.

 AFTER. 2013 "Depot Special".

 BEFORE. "Liberry".

 AFTER.

Need further proof that civilization collapsing wouldn't be all that bad? Try living in a society that believes these kinds of warnings are necessary. I guess it comes down to whether you believe that blinds kill people or people kill people. I choose to believe blinds are just part of natural selection. It's beautiful in its own way.