The vegetation is lush and green. It is thick, almost as thick as it is tall. It is everywhere. It has taken over.
It’s my lawn – and I’m horrified.
It’s almost as bad as one of those 1950s B-movies. I half expect to see yard, a row of dandelions in full bloom atop it, sitting in my livingroom, watching cable. It loves the garden segments.
Two days of non-stop rain –and the fact that I didn’t mow last week – are to blame. I’m thinking I may have to spend the next two evenings trying to undo it. And it’s not going to be easy. Especially since I still have that bitch of a lawnmower that doesn’t like even damp grass, so tomorrow may be too soon to even attempt it.
It’s times like these that a husband or a teenager would come in handy. They could be dispatched to deal with such things. Sigh.
On a more positive note, the mother seems better this morning. Here’s hoping it was a bug and it’s on its way out. Good riddance. I’m equally hoping that Lysol really does kill 98 percent of germs that cause viruses and that the remaining 2 percent didn’t find their way into my system. The last thing I want or need is to spend vacation – which starts Friday afternoon – in bed!
2 comments:
Glad to hear the mother is doing better. We really missed you Sat at NSD. I'd be glad to loan you my hubby or teenager but I doubt they would work as hard as you do! Still, give us a call if you need help.
MM -- Yeah, now she's having a setback. Ugh. I missed you guys, too! Love the offer but I think we're good.
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