On Father's Day I helped Wakana move a few rocks. I could just barely pick up the smallest one. We had to use levers to move the larger ones. She wanted them in a very specific place. I don't know why. She's just going to bury them in junk and crushed coral.

Today I let her persuade me to trim some branches off the mountain apple tree next to the house. Huh! "Trim some branches"! That is an understatement if ever I made one. The tree now looks like a green ice cream cone. And the yard is full of cut off branches.

Tomorrow I am going to make her a sawbuck o she can cut the remains up into firewood.