I worked up my strength a couple of weeks ago and decided to trim the hedges out front. You know there are always those long sprouts that come up on the back side. So, I stepped around and started scooting in behind cutting. I could only go a few minutes at a time, that trimmer is heavy. I stopped it, dropped it to the ground, leaned over to catch my breath.
There tucked into and behind the hedges was a backpack. So, I drag it out, open it and there in lies a couple of water pipes, a few lighters, a grinder and a little bottle of pot. Color me surprised!! The darn thing is in my garage now. I have a feeling it may belong to the teenager next door but have not been able to connect with him yet. I am not mad, upset, just if it is his he needs to store it eleswhere.