Broom Hilda by Russell Myers for September 24, 2023

Fences and trump . . .

. . . nope, not going to go there.

I like to play on ladders.

Mooses And Fences And Cats, Oh My From Not Always Right :

(My husband comes to bed after I’m asleep. I halfway wake up.)

Me: “Did you see the baby mooses?”

Husband: “The what?”

Me: “The baby mooses. They were jumping through the fence.”

Husband: “Do you mean over the fence?”

Me: “No. Through the holes in the fence. And the kittens are riding their backs.”

Husband: “You have some weird dreams.”

It’s not an “old saying”; it’s a line from a Robert Frost poem.

put it higher and put a fake you in cardboard while you hide on her land. that should keep her busy. hehe

Really, Gaylord? You didn’t think that she would find a way around your fence there?

These days it wouldn’t be a ladder used to observe someone over the fence, it would be a drone.

I like how she just made up another “old” saying.

i love breaking a tradition that hasnt been started yet

I would think Broomie would consider it mission accomplished when he put up a fence.

And all because he took a fence at her actions.

Love ’ol Ga y lords furnishings…

Tall ladders trump bad walls.

The taller the wall, the taller the ladder.

Persistent little WITCH, isn’t she?

(Feel free to switch initial consonants, if so inclined.)