I start believing in miracles. My son-in-law came today on his own, without even telling me, to work in the garden . He just cut Eucalyptus Tree branches hanging over the fence, and then piling them up to let them dry before bringing them to the public dump. Forty years ago, I used to burn the dry wood. But then the fire department sent a helicopter and three fire engines (ridiculous) took my tumbleweed burning permit away, and told me never to do it again. BTW, the wilderness on the other side of our fence has the official designation of "Avenue."
Goodnight lovely people, it's time to go and team up with my dream companions, don't ask who, I won't tell you about that snug little cabin where Miss Bardot feeds me strawberries and ice cream.