May 14-15-Danny, the project manager, invited me to stay for dinner. He drank too much beer to drive me home so I slept on the fold out in his RV. I have learned a good deal more about his is life. He had killed four people, wounded five others. His 12 acres in south Georgia is indeed remote and on its way to being self sufficient.
Meanwhile, Dreama took an image of the Merveille des quatres saison lettuce that bolted. I will post an image when I return to the apartment house.
The warming trend has already had an impact on the plants. New leaves are forming. Everything is greening up.
Not much longer before the big manure run Wednesday morning.
Old Cadillacs never die. The finance company take 'em and faaaaade 'em away.