I was up at my friend Greg’s house today where he had a big barbeque and we were all supposed to be picking up sticks. He took 5 acres of tree farm and turned it into a meadow so his daughter could have horses. Now that the trees are gone and the ground is levelled off, there are a lot of branches that need to to be picked up before the tractor with the discs can do its discing. Often this involves a harrow. In Greg’s case, it involved his dumber friends. Lots of people were there, but only a half dozen of us were out piling up the sticks. Most of the time it was just Larry and I.

Well, there’s a lot more to do and Greg, being the laziest man on the planet, has his work cut out for him.