Owly055
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I committed a crime this afternoon........... One I've been contemplating for a number of years. Yes! I confess, I cut down my neighbor's willow tree......... or at least most of it. I wonder if other folks hate willows as much as I do. This damn thing hung almost entirely in my yard, dropping sticks and trash over the fence, making a regular chore of picking up garbage so I could mow.
I needed poles for my hops to climb, and among the branches that hung mostly over my yard were the perfect poles.......not straight, but hops don't grow straight. It also shades the area where I want to grow my hops too much. An hour of chainsaw work eliminated the problem. I know he hates the trash that falls into his yard too, but his wife is another matter.
With any kind of luck, I'll run into him at the bar tonight, buy him a few to prime him, and mention that I have a couple dozen bottles of "Big Red Nelson"...... My Nelson Sauvin red that runs about 10% abv......... and offer him a six pack. Then in the morning, I'll show up on his doorstep with a sixer, and ask him if he want's help cleaning up his yard............ Not all of it fell on my side of the fence ..... Oops! "Why don't we have a cold one and I'll splain..". He'll put on a show of being outraged, and I'll put on a show of pacifying him, and mention I'm doing a brew day after I make a run to the dump..... We'll go outside acting like we are on the verge of coming to blows, and burst out laughing after we are out of his wife's hearing.
The script is written........ all he has to do is play his part......... I've spread enough good will over the last few years that I suspect it will smooth over pretty easily. After all ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
H.W.
I needed poles for my hops to climb, and among the branches that hung mostly over my yard were the perfect poles.......not straight, but hops don't grow straight. It also shades the area where I want to grow my hops too much. An hour of chainsaw work eliminated the problem. I know he hates the trash that falls into his yard too, but his wife is another matter.
With any kind of luck, I'll run into him at the bar tonight, buy him a few to prime him, and mention that I have a couple dozen bottles of "Big Red Nelson"...... My Nelson Sauvin red that runs about 10% abv......... and offer him a six pack. Then in the morning, I'll show up on his doorstep with a sixer, and ask him if he want's help cleaning up his yard............ Not all of it fell on my side of the fence ..... Oops! "Why don't we have a cold one and I'll splain..". He'll put on a show of being outraged, and I'll put on a show of pacifying him, and mention I'm doing a brew day after I make a run to the dump..... We'll go outside acting like we are on the verge of coming to blows, and burst out laughing after we are out of his wife's hearing.
The script is written........ all he has to do is play his part......... I've spread enough good will over the last few years that I suspect it will smooth over pretty easily. After all ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
H.W.