My fly float would sink a champagne cork.

Today didn't quite go as planned.  Weatherman said showers beginning at two, decided I could wait for the dew to dry on the grass before mowing.  Got out the ladder and cut down some low hanging branches from my neighbors Norway maple tree and then preformed an amputation on a limb of one of the  freestone peach trees.  We got a big wind storm two nights ago (when four of the TFR's kept Dave in the shop for an hour past closing time).  Mentioned previously that the power was out in Lordville, what I failed to mention was that one of the freestone peach trees suffered a broken limb. After consulting an arborologist (sorry Keith that's the best I can do), a decision was made to perform the surgery.  Additional cosmetic surgery will be preformed during the tree's dormant period. The loss of peaches will be sure to drive the price of peaches up at your local grocery store. The peach loving deer seem unconcerned. 

The lawn mowing started at eleven and the one hour job ended at just before five. Why? The weatherman of course.  Started on time but was interrupted by too many showers to count. Ended up mowing a sopping wet, water logged lawn.

The fishing - Who knows, I wasn't there. There was certainly potential for olives.  If anyone did the afternoon, feel free to fill the readers in.  A-119 didn't leave the abode until after 6:00.  Made good use of my time as there were olives and iso's hatching (and yes there were waxwings in the air). Lost three of the first four fish hooked then rallied to finish one fish above 50%.

The rain is pounding down on the porch roof as I write.  With no void in the reservoirs every thunderstorm is a concern.  Assuming we avoid rains that blow out the fishery the next few days should be good.

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