Tuesday, March 17, 2009


I was working in the front yard, and Kathy mentioned that the grass was growing and would soon be needing mowed. The guy across the street must have heard her, because it was only a few minutes later that I heard the sound of a lawn-mower! That is place of business, a funeral home, and so they have to keep it manicured. The light spot in the grass, beyond the mower, is where there was a tree that toppled during the icy weather this winter. They lost another smaller one, too. A beautiful, still, sunny sixty eight degrees this afternoon.

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