This pine tree lives on a point that juts out into Stutts Creek.
I guess you could say it juts into Stutts.
It juts into Stutts and it's just on Stutts.
Thanks to my fascination with Dr. Seuss-level rhymes, I've completely forgotten what I came on here to say. Please be patient while I recollect my thoughts. Thank you.
(*Tries to stop thinking about more words that rhyme with Stutts but can't think of a way to weave pork butts into the story.)
A storm called Hermina passed through Mathews yesterday, and all things considered it wasn't that big of a deal. As far as I know, there was no major damage around here, just lots of wind and flooding. A few folks lost power. I have lots of tree limbs in the yard and pine needles stacked six inches deep on my deck and patio, but otherwise, everything's fine.
Have a great Labor Day weekend. I intend to.