At the weekend, I decided to mow the lawns for, hopefully, the last time this year.
Actually, “lawns” makes them sound rather grand. You might envisage peacocks, strutting around. Herbaceous borders filling the air with their heady scent. Etc.
So perhaps I should re-define the areas as patches of earth, sparsely populated by brown wisps of seared grass?
Anyway, the next day, on my spangly-pristine and crew-cut vista, Mother Nature decided to scrub the remaining leaves off of the trees and dump them unceremoniously everywhere.
It’s a damned conspiracy.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 12:39 PM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
