It was a good “Good Friday” indeed. With gloves worn ragged and a quarter inch lift of tacky pine pitch clinging to soles of our boots, I can wearily proclaim we are finished with round one of our spring course cleanup. Just look to the sky and see the many thousands of pine cones and boughs that haven’t fallen to the ground is one reason why I have learned to never ever say our cleanup is done.
Trees are weeds and you know what we do with weeds!!!!!!