Sitting here, looking outside at the foot high grass in the backyard. I will mow you down today, Mr. Grass. You and your buddies in the side yard, the back-back yard and the shorter, although still unruly fellows in the front yard. When I am done with you, you will be an army of crew-cut soldiers, your duty to stay in line and guard the castle. And not grow so fast! Please work on the last bit there because if I have to discipline you again next weekend, you may indeed regret it. I may lower the mower to its shortest setting. I may take away your water. I may, if pushed, spray rat poison on you just to see what happens.
I wrote that this morning. I did eventually go out and attack the front yard. It wasted no time attacking me back. After a very enthusiastic allergy attack, I passed out for two hours in my chair.
My wife, on Mothers Day eve, went out and completely did the side yard and back yard.
Oh, and cleaned the pool.
Posted by Casey Freeland at 21:17