Light showers started at noon.
We put top dressing on the bowling green.
The woodchucks have been eating heck out of my squashes up on the hill. After looking around I found two holes and put a trap in each.
I saw in the Old Colony Memorial that Tom Cassidy had died. He was five years older than I. It sure makes one wonder if it is September or maybe December on his calendar of life.
After work I stopped in to see Pic, rode over to town with her to get Walder.
We sexed the rabbits so the kids could tell what they had to sell.
Came home at 8:30 P.M.
Arrowheads Up the Hill 