Fourth time’s the charm
So we thought we could do it in three days. We almost made it.
That comes later, Mark Gormel assures us. There is a celebration in the works, he says.
The weather has continued to smile on us. Temps in the 70s and 80s, nice rain on Sunday the 28th (not quite Philadelphia’s record-setting deluge that day), low humidity.
This kind of undertaking was probably a new experience for many of us. With a little effort, it went fairly smoothly. It was not without a few hiccups, however. Like the time we came across some bees residing underground in a rotting stump.
Undaunted, our fearless leader saved that spot for last. So with the fourth day coming to a close, we waltzed over (read: tiptoed) and gently tucked (read: jammed) a few more plants around the stump and wiped our hands and casually walked away (read: sprinted).