Trouble? or am I just getting forgetful?

I wanted to share some pictures here but either I have forgotten how or things have changed here in my absence.  Either way now you just have to read what I say without pictures or illustrations.  Use your imagination.

Yesterday Rick mowed his property at Calico.  The grass was waist high because he hadn't mowed this year, not once.  He has been busy mowing my yard and his other property in Farristown, and that has kept him busy keeping the mowing and weed eating up between all this rain we've had.  We've had an unusually amount of rain this year so far and in fact it is raining again today.

Picture waist high grass.  The tall grass along the roadside kept winding around the weedeater head causing Rick to have to constantly stop to unwind the knotted up mess.  The weed eating suffice to say took much longer than expected.

While Rick was fighting with the tall grass and the weedeater I was bouncing around here and there taking pictures of beautiful wildflowers and a curious big salamander that was curious as to why I was invading his porch, and who or what I was.  The salamander wasn't a bit afraid of us.  He might have been a little cautious, but definitely he was not very afraid.  As Rick weedeated around the porch he threw debris on the salamander, but the little thing didn't budge, but surprisingly walked around and watched Rick.  When Rick was finished around the porch, the little thing climbed off the porch and went to inspect what Rick had done down below.  When he was finished with his inspection he climbed back up on the wooden porch and remained there while I tried to feed him a peanut butter cracker, which he didn't seem to like.

The next little critter that I saw was a tiny little field mouse who came from under the porch and made her way over to an old woodpile of rotten and seasoned out firewood.  Once she made her way back and forth under logs she disappeared.  I assumed that Rick had scared her out of the woodpile with the weedeater and mower and now was her chance to get back to her nest.  After that I never saw her again and we were there for 7 hours.

Rick was exhausted when he finished, and I got a bunch of cool pictures.

I did try to help Rick, but after 5 minutes the weedeater got too heavy for me.  I'm really out of shape.