Our lightening-struck palm needed to come down. It became dead-dead-dead.
Our tree-guy, Cesar, did a great job dropping it exactly between our two baby crape myrtles. He is an interesting guy -- "when you happy, you pay," wears a huge gold crucifix around his neck, hates Donald Trump, and has just opened a restaurant downtown, which we'll probably check out in the near future. He's a go-getter.
I've missed blogging. Kid pictures tomorrow. --cds