Yesterday I do not have more made.
incited by the sight of these damned trees around my beloved and messy impromptu patio with gazebo, I pulled out the saw, shovel and sickle.
In three have fallen, but many others remain.
I'm talking about the ' Ailanto , something indescribable, a curse, perhaps the nemesis of mankind.
I have just started, and I will not stop until I see little leaflets lanceolate, smelly and asymmetric tick from my beloved country meadow.
popping up everywhere, the "banks" - as we call it the wasteland on the hills - are infested, the railways began to be associated with these guests from the mouth good.
Looking around in , desperate people and is located only a few effective methods, we'll see who will win, somewhere we can start ...
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