We went from upper 60’s on Friday morning to a whopper hailstorm in the afternoon followed by cold temps. Saturday started out dreary and cold, but by 4:00 the sun was out and warming us up. We were spared the horrific tornadoes that others throughout the country suffered from, but it has been a weird weather world lately, hasn’t it? My weekend was spent sporadically working on the lawn mower and cussing at it. The cussing makes me feel much much better, but does nothing to get the damned thing started. If it weren’t such a good lawn mower and a key start I would throw the stupid thing in the trash. But, I need it. My grass is higher than anyone else’s in my neighborhood. Of course, I am gainfully employed (and, grateful for it) and several of my neighbors are not. The others are retired or have their lawns mowed by professionals. I so badly want a goat or a sheep. Then, it would be uneven but useful. I mulch my grass, but it would be so much better as food, don’t you think? Of course, I might have an issue with building codes and Grover might think a goat or sheep would be prey and that would be bad, and messy. Yet, I’ll bet if we wandered back a year or so we would find me having this same issue with my lawn mower. I would take it to someone, but I cannot get it off the ground because it’s a power drive or some such thing and weighs a ton.
This is the flowering quince from last weekend. It is finished blooming now. I love the lawn chair laying on its side in the right hand side of the frame. It must have stepped in front of Grover and gotten knocked down for its rudeness.
Have a wonderful Monday, all!!!
My soundtrack for today? This is my all-time favorite version of “Here Comes the Sun”